Chapter 109: Chapter: 109 Celestials, Demons and Humans.[1]

After resting for a while, Vivian came out of his room as Robwin came to pick him up to go to the treasury.

The halls were quiet, and only a few servants passed by, bowing respectfully as they walked.

Vivian’s mind was still a bit heavy from all that had happened, but he was also curious and a little excited.

He hadn’t met anyone yet, since his father and grandfather were still busy discussing some important matters with the emperor.

Because of that, he didn’t really know which sword would be good to choose from the treasury.

“Sir Robwin,” he called softly.

Robwin turned his head slightly as they walked.

“Do you know the names of the swords kept in the treasury?” Vivian asked.

He thought that if he could at least hear the names, he might recognize which one was special.

In the book The Order of Love, there were a few swords that were said to be extremely powerful, each with its own story and power.

Even though things had changed since he transmigrated into this world, he believed the weapons here might still be similar to the ones in the book.

If that was true, then maybe… just maybe, he could find one of those legendary swords for himself.

Robwin gave him a gentle smile and said,

“I do know the names of the swords, but it would be easier if Sir Vivian heard the names while holding them.”

His tone was calm and respectful as he turned around and continued walking ahead.

Vivian thought for a moment before nodding.

“Alright,” he replied softly.

After that, neither of them spoke.

The sound of their footsteps echoed lightly through the quiet hallway as they walked side by side.

The air grew cooler as they moved deeper into the palace, and the faint scent of old iron and stone filled the air.

After a short while, they reached a narrow corridor.

The walls were lined with dim lamps that gave off a soft golden light.

At the end of the corridor stood a large, heavy door decorated with strange carvings and old symbols.

Robwin stopped in front of it, reached to his waist, and pulled out a key made of dark metal.

With a small click, he turned it in the lock.

The sound of the mechanism echoed faintly, and then the great door slowly opened.

He stepped aside and made a polite gesture.

“After you, Sir Vivian,” he said with a small bow.

Vivian nodded as he stepped forward and entered through the door.

Robwin followed right behind him, the sound of their footsteps echoing softly inside the vast hall.

“Eh…” Vivian stopped for a moment, slightly surprised.

The sight before him wasn’t what he had imagined at all.

He had thought the emperor’s treasury would be full of gold, jewels, and shining treasures, but instead, the whole place was filled only with weapons.

Swords, spears, axes, and armor lined the walls and racks, each giving off a faint metallic gleam under the dim light.

There wasn’t a single coin or jewel in sight.

Looking a little confused, Vivian turned toward Robwin.

“Sir Robwin… is this really a treasury?” he asked uncertainly.

“Of course,” Robwin replied with a small smile as he walked forward.

“This is only the weapon section. All the weapons of the empire are kept here.”

Vivian nodded slowly, finally understanding.

“Ohh…” he said softly.

It made sense now, money and weapons wouldn’t be kept together.

He moved a little further in and bent down to pick up a sword lying on the ground, its handle covered in dust.

But before his hand could touch it, Robwin’s calm voice stopped him.

“These aren’t the swords a swordmaster should use,” he said politely, his tone respectful but firm.

Then, turning slightly, he added, “Please follow me, Sir Vivian.”

Vivian straightened up and followed him deeper inside.

Curiosity rising again as he wondered what kind of swords Robwin was leading him toward.

After walking deeper into the treasury, Robwin finally stopped in front of a large glass-like wall.

It was completely transparent, yet nothing could be seen behind it, only a faint shimmer that seemed to hide whatever was inside.

Robwin stepped closer and placed his hand gently on the surface.

He closed his eyes and muttered something in a low voice, words that Vivian couldn’t understand, maybe an old spell or command.

A moment later, the glass began to glow faintly.

Ripples spread across its surface like waves on water, and then, slowly, the scene behind it changed.

Weapons began to appear one by one, swords, spears, axes, and many others, each giving off a faint glow and an air of power.

The entire place seemed to grow heavier, as if the weapons themselves carried their own presence and will.

Vivian stared in awe.

His eyes soon stopped at one side of the storage where the swords were kept.

There were only six of them, but each one looked extraordinary.

They floated slightly above their stands, surrounded by faint light.

Every sword gave off a different feeling.

One carried the weight of majesty.

Another burned with deep hatred.

One pulsed with resentment.

Another gave off a cold, sharp killing intent that made Vivian’s heart tighten.

He could tell right away that these weren’t normal swords.

Each one seemed alive, as if it was silently watching him, waiting for something, or someone, to choose it.

Vivian looked a little hesitant as his gaze moved toward Robwin.

“Sir Robwin… can I touch them?”

He asked carefully, his voice a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

Robwin gave a faint smile.

“Yes,” he said calmly.

“But remember, it depends on you whether you can draw out their full strength.”

His tone grew slightly serious as he continued, “You just need to reach out your hand toward the sword you wish to choose.”

Vivian nodded, his heart beating a little faster.

Turning back toward the display, his eyes settled on the sword that radiated majesty.

The faint golden light around it seemed almost alive, like a quiet flame of dignity.

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed his hand forward.

The moment his fingers touched the hilt, a strange stillness filled the air.

Then, as he gripped the sword, the aura of majesty vanished completely, like a candle snuffed out by wind.

“Huh?” Vivian blinked in surprise, his eyes wide with confusion.

The sword felt ordinary now, almost empty.

Robwin’s calm smile returned as he watched.

“This sword’s name is Pride,” he explained softly.

“It’s one of the strongest weapons here. You can hold it, yes… but unless it acknowledges you, its true power, its special ability, will remain sealed.”

Robwin looked at the sword with a deep, almost distant gaze.

His tone softened, carrying a hint of nostalgia as he said,.

“Originally, this sword was kept for the princess. His Majesty wanted her to become a knight, and since she was always prideful and strong-willed since childhood, it would have been a perfect match for her.”

But as he spoke, his voice grew heavy with quiet regret.

“However… she chose the path of magic instead.”

Vivian’s eyes widened slightly.

“Hmm, so this was for Charlotte?” he murmured.

A faint smile appeared on his face as he thought of her.

Normally, she would have followed him everywhere, teasing, complaining.

But today, she hadn’t come.

Her mother had caught her earlier, saying she needed to teach her some “important things.”

The thought made Vivian chuckle lightly.

Though Charlotte wasn’t the type to learn the usual stuff her mother would teach, she instantly agreed.

As those thoughts drifted through his mind, Vivian gave a small shake of his head, snapping himself back to reality.

“This won’t do,” he murmured quietly.

He could already tell that Pride didn’t match him, no matter how hard he tried, its will wouldn’t recognize his.

Letting out a slow breath, he gently placed the sword back where it belonged.

His eyes then moved to the next one, the sword that radiated a heavy, dark aura filled with hatred.

Without hesitating, he reached out and gripped its handle.

The moment his fingers closed around it, the air seemed to grow colder.

But just like before, in the next second, the sword’s dark energy vanished completely.

The suffocating hatred that had filled the space moments ago disappeared, leaving only silence.

Vivian frowned slightly.

Robwin, standing a few steps behind him, spoke in his calm, steady tone.

“That sword is called Zinx,” he explained.

“Rumor has it that it was created by the Demon King of Hatred himself.”

“It carries within it the essence of his hatred.”

He paused, glancing at the now quiet blade.

“No one knows for sure how it ended up here, but some say the first emperor took it from a battlefield long ago, after a war that almost destroyed half the continent.”

Vivian frowned, confusion flickering in his eyes. ’Demon king of hatred?’

He tried to recall the story he had written, page after page, Chapter after Chapter, but no memory of a demon king came to mind.

He was certain he had never written about anything like that.

“Demon king of hatred?”

He asked quietly, his tone filled with doubt.

The words echoed faintly in the large hall. For a moment, his mind raced.

Maybe it was just a myth, something passed down and exaggerated over time.

But then he remembered the feeling that sword gave off, that deep, almost living sense of hatred.

It wasn’t something a normal human could create.

Even when he had touched it, the blade had reacted faintly to his own emotions,

glowing for a brief second as if feeding on the small traces of hatred hidden inside him.

That kind of reaction wasn’t something ordinary.

Though Vivian hadn’t written anything about demons in his book, he couldn’t trust that anymore.

Ever since he had transmigrated, nothing had gone the way it was supposed to.

Events had changed, people acted differently, and even the smallest details from his story no longer matched reality.

Depending on his useless book now would only bring more confusion.

Vivian’s brows drew together slightly.

The silence stretched for a moment before he finally said,

“Sir Robwin… this demon king of hatred, did he really exist?”

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