The Swords I Raised Are Too Strong - Chapter 79

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Chapter 79. The Emperor’s Majesty (1)
“The girl’s rightful place….”
The Sword Realm.
The domain of the Fifth Sword, second deepest in the hierarchy.
Iris Ruzbella, seated upon a throne stained with blood, trailed off her words in a hushed voice.
Her throne stood at the center of the chamber, and before it stretched a blood-red gate thrown wide open.
Beyond that threshold lay the territory of Muratan, the Fourth Sword.
There, other Swords had gathered.
They gazed upon Iris Ruzbella with complicated expressions etched across their faces.
‘The Sword Master truly….’
Beings granted eternal existence within the Sword Master’s world.
Yet they had never been able to leave this place.
‘She intends to make us constituents of the world itself.’
Thus they could not help but be moved by the revelation that they might finally venture beyond.
Not a trace of petty jealousy over who would depart first—only profound gratitude filled their hearts.
Each of the Swords spoke a word to Iris Ruzbella.
They conveyed their passionate feelings to her, who now stood before the true Sword Master for the first time.
“I entrust the Sword Master to your care.”
Reinhardt Euclid, the First Sword, opened his mouth with concern heavy in his tone.
Yet his eyes gleamed with compassion.
Unlike Reinhardt Euclid, who had witnessed the world’s end in a single cycle, the other Swords had endured lives of relentless suffering—.
‘They deserve to enjoy the fruits first, having suffered so much.’
For I had felt the fragments of flowing memories.
Within those shards, I glimpsed the anguish Iris Ruzbella had borne.
Thus naturally arose a spirit of encouragement.
“Little demon. I shall personally refine your people with the Sword, so do not carelessly harm the weak iron. I worry your ferocity might devour the world itself.”
Muratan spoke words that seemed to caution against Iris Ruzbella’s true nature.
By his words alone, he appeared like a jealous old man.
Yet even as Muratan spoke thus, he thrust a long cloak toward Iris Ruzbella.
He tossed it with a sharp flick.
Iris Ruzbella took up the crimson cloak and held it against her body this way and that.
“It fits her perfectly.”
A size befitting her diminished form and a design suited to the blood-crimson empress.
It possessed a restrained aesthetic—ornate enough to impress, yet dignified enough to command respect.
“For such an ugly dwarf, your handiwork is quite impressive.”
Yet the cloak’s true value lay far beyond mere size or design.
Something more emanated from the garment.
Iris Ruzbella’s eyes widened in surprise.
“Lumpy dwarf, how did you fashion such a thing in a place where only demons dwell….”
“Ahem. It’s simply a cloak made from demon hide. Nothing particularly special. It has a function that expands its size as you grow—.”
An object befitting Iris Ruzbella’s attribute as the ‘Blood Empress’.
Moreover, there was a strong possibility of encountering [Constraints] upon venturing outside, and this artifact possessed a special power that could mitigate those constraints to a limited degree.
“It’s an experimental creation born from contemplating matters of mystery and awakening. You simply became its test subject.”
Beyond that, a litany of other functions were recited.
The most noteworthy capability was—.
“Just once, you’ll be able to transcend the world’s constraints. That Sword Lord has certain fragile points, so keep it in reserve for that moment.”
Iris Ruzbella.
That even for a single instant, she could reveal her true power.
The Sword World had grown clearer twice thus far, and it was true that various facilities had appeared in the Swords’ domain accordingly.
Yet to have crafted such an object without any materials whatsoever was truly incomprehensible.
But—.
“Truly, you are a Sword like myself.”
Iris did not ask.
She simply acknowledged it calmly.
These six Swords gathered here possessed unfathomable powers.
Therefore, anything would be possible.
Were the Swords not now recognizing one another and seeking harmony?
Thus the Empress spoke.
“I am grateful. I shall wear it well.”
Had she ever expressed gratitude to anyone other than the Sword Lord?
That very Iris now offered words of thanks to the stocky dwarf.
Muratan merely muttered, “Hmm, my hands are busy,” and sat idly in the Blacksmith’s Forge, fiddling with a hammer.
Iris gazed upon Yulia Lanestia, the Second Sword who had maintained her silence until now.
Silent, yet with the most excited gleam in her eyes.
“Why do you stare at my face so intently?”
Yulia Lanestia.
The noble platinum-haired woman approached the crimson girl.
“Broken Saint. Do you have something to say as well?”
“Cruel girl….”
Yulia seemed to have something she wished to say, her lips moving slightly.
But soon she pressed her lips together and swallowed her words.
Then she murmured softly.
“Just… come back safely.”
Iris let out a small laugh and waved her hand.
“How trivial, woman.”
—Ep. 26 The Emperor’s Majesty.
A space brimming with resplendent gold.
The Audience Chamber of the Imperial City at the heart of the Ruzbella Empire was overwhelmingly magnificent.
Within that splendor lay an authority that dared not be approached, and it was this that instilled a sense of power in the space.
The golden radiance symbolizing this place did not merely signify luxury or precious metal.
The imperial majesty accumulated through generations of emperors.
It would be fair to say that this entire space embodies the ‘authority of the Emperor’.
‘Weighty.’
Even I, clad in the Emperor’s uniform, could feel that burden.
Had I entered this place bare-handed without drawing my transcendent sword, I might have been crushed beneath an immense pressure.
But I am a Sword Master.
This space was expressly prepared for my sword, and that sword is entirely my possession.
Thus, I approached the Imperial Throne positioned at the center of the Audience Chamber with composure.
Thud!
With my movement, the knights arrayed on both sides stamp their feet.
An act of reverence toward the Emperor.
That throne ahead is mine.
And yet—.
‘It is not my place.’
The world of Iris Ruzbella, repeated thousands upon thousands of times.
I witnessed it, felt it, and walked alongside it.
Therefore, I intend to return this throne to its rightful master.
I lifted the Aga Sword.
——Whoooong!
The sword sang its resonance.
Was it announcing that my true sword is itself?
Through the humming hilt, I felt the growing heart of the Aga Sword.
‘The sword and I are one.’
This was the fundamental spirit of sword-body unity.
Feeling that spirit, I brought the blade down lightly.
[Single Flash, Vertical Cleave.]
Thirty-three forms.
My pure strength was poured into this fundamental sword strike.
From the ‘Blood Sovereign’ that I sought to summon, originating from Iris Ruzbella, that yearning seeps into the sword energy.
And—.
[Leap]
The Aga Sword’s characteristic of transcending space obeys my will.
Thus, I tore through space itself.
Szzzzzzzzzt————.
A long line is drawn across the golden Imperial Throne.
As a sword scar tears vertically through the void, what appears between the rifts is a world of deep crimson blood.
Drip.
Drop.
Blood flows.
The blood trickling from the spatial rift begins to seep throughout this vast Audience Chamber.
This is the very majesty of an emperor.
The symbol of imperial authority is dyed in Iris Ruzbella’s crimson hue, she who carries the pure bloodline of the Ruzbella Empire.
Red upon red.
An infinitely deep crimson devoured the golden castle.
Yet the imperial throne alone continued to gleam with golden radiance.
Crack——.
The fissure that appeared in the void expands.
Blood flows once more.
Iris Ruzbella’s complete power, which had consumed the world, crushes down upon the authority accumulated by emperors across generations.
Drip—.
Drip.
The golden imperial throne stains crimson.
The golden radiance symbolizing the emperor has vanished without a trace.
As if proclaiming that the color representing the emperor of the Ruzbella Empire henceforth shall be ‘crimson’.
A throne of vivid fresh blood materialized before my eyes.
Upon the backrest of the throne was carved a massive golden dragon symbolizing the empire, yet the blood consumed the dragon and painted a great Demon in its stead.
A Demon.
Fresh blood.
The blood empress who commands Demons.
This is now the symbol of the Ruzbella Empire.
And the emperor exists to prove that very symbol.
Now it is Iris Ruzbella’s turn to step forth into the world.
‘Iris Ruzbella.’
Gazing at the steadily widening fissure, I swallowed breath without realizing it.
The image of her that I had witnessed came flooding back.
‘A small, gaunt girl in her late teens.’
The Iris Ruzbella I first knew had been confined within the Imperial Palace, abused and stunted in her growth.
Yet through her time with me, she reclaimed her complete form.
Her height increased, her body’s proportions corrected, and she became the bearer of the world’s most resplendent and intense beauty.
A woman both alluring and merciless.
“Iris Ruzbella.”
She who, through her desire and my choice, had created the cruelest of worlds.
Now the time has come to face her.
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A small girl.
Yet her essence is that of a woman.
Iris Ruzbella, whose power is so overwhelming that even in the Sword World she could not maintain her true form.
She wished to appear on Earth in her original form.
‘I wish to meet the Sword Master.’
She gazed upon the fissure that had appeared before her.
The Sword Lord stands before her, and through the cracks, she can clearly see his Imperial Palace and the imperial throne where she should be seated—.
“World, do you fear her?”
An inexplicable force blocks her path forward.
As if the world will never allow the Empress to set foot on Earth’s soil.
The supreme [Dimensional Barrier] pushes her back.
It was something she had already anticipated.
“She will never harm the world. So step aside.”
If she were to appear in this world.
She could erase everything that troubles the Sword Lord in an instant.
Why, then, does the world obstruct her so relentlessly?
Iris Ruzbella tore through the crack by force.
Then a message appeared before her eyes.
Crack!
[The moment you appear, other things will descend as well.]
The status window displaying the message.
It had spoken to her.
Iris Ruzbella narrowed her eyes and tilted her head curiously.
She was not surprised that the status window could speak.
She was simply curious.
What problem could these other things possibly pose?
“I will kill them all in her stead. How does that sound?”
If they descend, I simply kill them.
I possess more than enough power for that.
Crack!
[Your world is different. Wait for the right moment and preserve your strength.]
Iris Ruzbella stares into the void with sharp, piercing eyes.
“There is only one being who may command her.”
Iris Ruzbella tore the space open even wider.
Crack!
[The world cannot yet bear your presence.]
Iris Ruzbella pushed her foot through the opening.
Then the meaning behind the status window’s words became naturally clear to her.
“It crumbles.”
Earth is infinitely fragile.
It is an environment where transcendent beings wielding all manner of power cannot manifest indiscriminately.
With merely the tip of her foot inserted, she gained absolute certainty.
Therefore—.
“I shall impose restrictions upon myself.”
The Empress stakes her name upon this vow.
She promises to remain constrained in power, acting only within the Imperial City.
The world’s sole empress.
That promise must have carried immeasurable weight.
“However, know that this promise may be broken at any time according to the Sword Master’s will.”
Yet Iris Ruzbella made an exception.
Satisfied with this much, the status window no longer appeared before Iris Ruzbella’s eyes.
“Hahah! Finally.”
Iris Ruzbella crossed the space with a willing heart.
The fracture that began from the Aga Sword.
It was as simple and brief as stepping over a threshold.
Zzziiik———.
Yet crossing that short distance imposed an intensely brutal strain.
She clutched the crimson greatsword she held tightly to her chest.
The ‘Sword’ once called [■■■].
A thing that proved her bond with the Sword Master, so she cherished it more than her own body.
Draped in her cloak, she walked endlessly forward.
Whoooosh——!!!
Her vision brightened at the end of her steps.
The first thing she saw was the Sword Master Shin Si-woo extending his hand.
And her own Imperial Palace dyed in crimson.
“I… Iris?”
But why was it?
The Sword Master who should have welcomed the girl gazed at her with a somewhat bewildered expression.
Moreover, the Sword Master’s eye level was far higher than what she had known.
‘Can I only manifest in this small child’s body?’
Iris Ruzbella stared into the void with sharp eyes.
‘A fraud.’
Poof!
[Your true form can also captivate the world.]
This presumptuous status window dared to mock her.
Anger surged up.
Yet Iris Ruzbella could only surrender to an even greater emotion.
“Maiden, I have the honor of beholding the Sword Master’s countenance for the first time.”
Demurely.
She clasped her hands and bowed respectfully.
For her master stood before her eyes.
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‘She’s incredibly small.’
I was utterly taken aback.
The Iris Ruzbella I had first seen was at least high school age.
But the girl before me now—no, this tiny child—appeared to be only about seven years old.
Such a small child cradled a greatsword far larger than her own body, her form shrouded beneath a flowing cloak.
With each step she took, her crimson dress trailed behind her across the ground.
“Though I have grown small, this girl is indeed Iris Ruzbella!”
Her voice was impossibly childlike.
Yet the presence I felt was unmistakably Iris herself.
I had never truly believed she could manifest here in her complete form.
But I could never have imagined she would appear as such a diminutive child.
After all, were we not meeting for the first time in actuality?
“Iris, it’s good to see you.”
I wanted to greet her with composure, but treating her as I normally would felt wrong given how young she appeared.
Yet to address her as a child would be to deny the truth of what she was.
I maintained a respectful distance and extended my hand toward her.
“Master of Swords!!!”
Iris grasped my hand in return, her smile radiant with joy.
In that instant, it felt as though the world itself had stopped.
No—it truly had.
Thump—.
With merely our hands clasped together, my perception shifted as it did when I wielded a transcendent sword.
Perhaps when my swords manifest in reality, I will be able to maintain a constant state of transcendence in their presence.
‘Is this becoming similar to wielding a sword?’
Such thoughts crossed my mind.
But that question could be answered in due time.
I looked upon Iris and spoke.
“That seat is yours.”
The throne, stained crimson.
I gestured toward it for her.
A single thread of longing we could never fulfill, even as we gazed upon the end of the world.
“This girl offers you infinite gratitude.”
She bowed her head to me, then walked toward the throne.
The dress that trailed behind her.
Her small, delicate frame.
Even the enormous crimson greatsword that seemed far too large for such a body.
Though all of it appeared incongruous, her figure advancing toward the throne somehow seemed perfectly fitting.
“The seat of the empress….”
She stood before the throne for a long moment, her heart in turmoil, before carefully ascending it.
【Proclamation—.】
In that instant, the world whispered.
It attempted to recite something.
But faster still, Iris gazed into the void and spoke.
“Silence. She does not permit you to speak.”
Thud—.
The world fell silent.

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