Trapped in Another World With No Magic

Chapter 92: The Legendary Sword Nemaisol

Daniel closes the door to his lab with Hekate and Wenlianna with him, having gotten permission to include them from the topic of the discussion to be had.

He wanted to include Ryukana, but Nemaisol vehemently objected for some reason, promising to explain.

Daniel takes a seat, setting Nemaisol on the work bench, and Hekate and Wenlianna take seats beside him.

"Don't treat me like I'm crazy, alright?"

"I would never!" replies Hekate.

"I'd like to know what's going on first," replies Wenlianna playfully. "That is to say, even if I feel you are, I won't abandon you."

Daniel chuckles. "Thanks." He touches Nemaisol, asking gently, "Nemaisol?"

There's no response. Daniel replies to the silence, "Nemaisol, not funny. I know you're being quiet on purpose."

"A-Are you saying... you... can talk to the sword?" asks Wenlianna.

"It's a new development."

Hekate puts her hands on her hips, sitting up straight as she puffs up her chest proudly. "It's like a soul-bound golem. Or an artificer intelligent." She grins, and Wenlianna looks from her to Daniel.

"Artificial intelligence. It's the technology version of Xyreko. Though, without the soul part."

"I... I see."
"Th-That's what I said!" whines Hekate. "I just bit my tongue!"

Daniel smiles, not poking fun at the feldrok empress for now. "So, Nemaisol? Or... no... You said that's not your real name. Please tell me your real name."

Again, no response. Daniel sighs.

"Are... you sure it wasn't just from... the fear? Or... perhaps the enemy using telepathy?"

Daniel shakes his head. "I still don't have enough mana to receive telepathy. Fear is a reasonable assumption, but... I was able to draw Nemaisol because we were communicating."

"Maybe you need to draw it again?" asks Hekate. "Though... I guess you did say it told you to draw it... Hmm..."

"Can't hurt to try, I guess." Daniel draws Nemaisol, leaving it on the table, keeping his hand on the grip. "How's that? Gonna keep messing with me?"

Again another pause. Daniel sighs. "I can't help you if you don't speak. And, I know you're just making me look crazy."

"Very well, Daniel. You could at least let me have some fun, but they clearly trust you too much."

Hekate and Wenlianna both gasp. "It's really talking!" cries out Hekate in surprise. Wenlianna carefully inspects the blade without touching. She knows that anyone else touching Nemaisol will be shocked, and the weight could increase suddenly. And, knowing now that the sword is apparently sentient and capable of its own magic, it's even more risky to upset the sword.

"Fascinating. I can't even see any glyph markings, runes, or magical circuits. Are the magic elements internal to the metal of the sword?"

"I am not some stove or goods preservation unit. I am a... Well... that actually brings me to my problem. Daniel;"

"What is it?" asks Daniel.

"That thing I want you to protect me from... I'm... or rather, I was a goddess, similar to Ryukana."

This shocks all three of them, and Hekate asks, "You... lived in the Divine Realm and all that?"

"Yes. Chaos and Order are the only two true gods, and the rest of us are their servants, each assigned to one or more worlds, preservation of the Realm, or observation of the whole of the universe. We aren't much different than living beings on the worlds in question, but serve as a sort of management system; a lesser tier response so that Chaos and Order don't have to erase and start over, which is the easiest response to anything going wrong."