Chapter 454: Chapter 351: The 4 Longswords

"You’re not too happy about this, are you?" Shire asked, looking at the Grand Commander of the Saintly Army before him.

Diana gritted her teeth and tightened her grip on her sword hilt, but her three Longswords were quivering on their own, as if trying to express something.

At last, she let out a long sigh. "Fine. I’ll do what I promised you."

"And what did you promise them?" Shire asked, raising an eyebrow as his eyes fixed on her Longswords.

"To help them find their Fourth Uncle," Diana said irritably. She raised a hand and pointed to the scabbard Red Eyes was unfastening. "That sword there. Only after I made that promise did these three Longswords agree to follow me and teach me Swordsmanship."

"The Longswords teach you Swordsmanship? But that Black Sword looks completely inert." The corner of Shire’s mouth twitched as he watched Red Eyes carry the Longsword over.

"Of the four swords, only ’Uncle’ is in a soul-awakened state. The other three are dormant. You can only truly awaken one of them by holding it and Uncle at the same time." Diana ignored Shire, her gaze fixed on Red Eyes as he approached. This goblin’s arm had just been severed by the Third Uncle’s blade, and his movements were still a little uncoordinated.

"’Uncle’?" Shire didn’t understand what she meant. "And are the Sword Techniques from these four Longswords really that impressive?"

Diana was silent for a few seconds before sighing again and telling him everything she knew. "Uncle is this one, the Red Sword. He represents decisiveness and confidence. Second Uncle is the White Sword. He doesn’t like to talk and represents forbearance and silence. Third Uncle is the Blue Sword that was chasing you; he represents resourcefulness and agility."

"And as for Fourth Uncle," she said, reaching out to take the hilt from Red Eyes. With a SHING, she drew the Longsword. "He’s the Black Sword. He represents ruthlessness and mercilessness."

"Each of the four swords knows a unique form of Swordsmanship. When you hold two together, new combinations of Sword Techniques emerge."

"Four swords... so doesn’t that mean there are, what, eight different Sword Techniques?" Shire raised an eyebrow. ’With such a diverse arsenal of sword arts, it’s no wonder this young woman became a high-ranking member of the Holy Order Army at such a young age.’

"No. They can also float, becoming Flying Swords. That creates even more combinations of Sword Techniques." Diana raised the Longsword in her hand, glancing out of the corner of her eye at Shire, who had taken a few steps back. She then drew "Uncle." In an instant, a brilliant light flowed along the blades of the two Longswords, but then her brow furrowed deeply.

"What’s wrong? Did it not work?" Shire asked immediately. "If it’s a failure, you can just give it back to my man."

’If I let Red Eyes keep it, I could find some other way to help him later. Maybe we could figure out how to awaken the Black Sword, and then he could learn its Sword Techniques.’

Diana ignored Shire. Her brow furrowed even more deeply, and her expression grew grave.

"Nothing serious, I hope?" Shire asked, looking up with a hint of delight on his face.

"No, it’s awakened. It’s just..." Diana let out a soft breath. "I just didn’t expect Fourth Uncle to be such a chatterbox."

"Shut up! Stop talking!" She snatched the scabbard from Red Eyes’s hand and shoved the Black Sword back into it. "What do you mean my technique is garbage, my Sword Techniques are sloppy, my strikes lack power, and you could kill me in three moves? Get back in your scabbard and eat dust!"

Shire’s eyebrow shot up. ’I didn’t expect things to take this turn. And why would the Black Sword, the one that represents ruthlessness and mercilessness, be such a chatterbox? Does it taunt its opponents with trash talk during a fight?’

"Is it... really a chatterbox?" he asked, a bit bewildered.

"It’s fine now. It’s just muttering." Diana stabbed the scabbard directly into the ground, as if to let the Longsword cool off on its own. "They are all components of Captain Shamrah’s soul. Or rather, his four personalities."

"Four personalities? You mean..."

"Correct. When these four Longswords are combined, they form Shamrah, captain of the Big-beaked Bird—the man known as the Pirate Sword Saint." Diana nodded calmly.

"Pirate Sword Saint?" Shire repeated the title, then added with some confusion, "Doesn’t that mean he has some kind of multiple personality disorder?"

"Er..." Diana faltered, then pursed her lips and silently nodded.

Then she spoke again. "They’re telling you not to laugh. If you laugh again, they want me to chop you up."

Shire bit his lower lip, trying his best to stifle a laugh. At the same time, his gaze drifted to the Black Sword, which was still stuck in the ground "cooling off."

[Item: Shamrah’s Fourth Sword]

[Quality: Epic]

[Use: Hacking]

[Special Effect: Breaking an enemy’s defense will trigger a Dimension Stripping effect, resulting in smoother slashes.]

[Note: Come fight me, you [BLEEP]! I’ll hack you to death! You dare dodge?! Where you gonna run?! Eat my [BLEEP], you piece of trash! With skills that bad, go back and practice! A single longsword like me is enough to [BLEEP] you up... The rest has been omitted.]

"’Omitted?’" Shire’s lip twitched. ’This thing really is a Zu’an Longsword, to have its description get cut off like that.’

"Geeree wala wala." Red Eyes, who was standing beside him, held out his injured arm and said something to Diana. The young woman, unable to understand goblin speech, frowned and asked Shire, "What’s he saying?"

"Oh, he says his arm wasn’t set right. He wants you to cut it again, right at the original incision," Shire explained with a smile. "But, I think we could use a different..."

SWISH! A flash of cold light shot past. Red Eyes’s arm fell to the ground once more. He frowned and gritted his teeth, glanced at the clean cut, and confirmed it was in the exact same place as before.

"...method to solve this," Shire finished, trailing off. He stared in silence at the human and goblin pair before him. He hadn’t even finished his sentence before Diana had lopped off Red Eyes’s arm. He had to admit, one of them was truly bold enough to ask for it, and the other was truly bold enough to do it. The request was unbelievably reckless, and the execution was brutally efficient.

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