Demon Lord's Reincarnation 46 Weapon grade

"How do you even know he has no blood? When I hugged him, he felt warm and alive. How is that possible if he had no blood?"

Ren started to think if he should tell Hilda about Silika. Seeing that he already shown Hilda his weapon telling her about Silika, shouldn't be a problem.

"... Silika show yourself." The moment Ren said this, the tattoo on his right arm started to glow and out of nowhere a woman wearing a black dress and veil appeared before Hilda.

"This is Silika the spirit of the contracted weapon I'm using. She's the one who told me about how the boy had no blood." When Silika appeared in front of Hilda she was surprised and even went into a defensive stance. She was observing the woman wearing a veil, and to her surprise her defense had no openings to exploit, same as Ren. That was when she suddenly heard Ren's voice.

"Spirit of a contracted weapon?" Hilda was confused by the new term she just heard.

"Well that's what I'm calling her. We formed a contract so that I can use the scythe that you saw back in the dungeon. I don't know what you call that kind of weapon so I made the term contracted weapon."

"Okay... I can kind of understand your naming sense, but a spirit? A spirit that resides in a weapon, wouldn't that make your weapon something like a legendary weapon?" Hearing what Hilda said, Ren shrugged his shoulders.

"I guess... What do you think Silika?" Unable to see her face from beyond the veil the others couldn't tell what reaction Silika made to this statement. She answered the question with a sweet and calm voice.

"The weapon you are using isn't just legendary it is a mythical weapon that dates back to the age of Gods. I was the last known user and had fused myself to the weapon."

Hilda already knew that Silika had her own awareness as a spirit, but it still surprised her to hear the spirit speak. She was even more shock to hear what weapon grade the scythe was at.

"Is that so? A mythical weapon... Well it doesn't really matter, even if it's a stick I can still have the same result. It's just a bit easier when I use the scythe." Ren total disregard for a weapon in the mythical grade shocked. appalled, and disgust Hilda. The pride Ren showed at this moment was great and domineering but at the same time, felt like he was overestimating himself.

It was like he didn't understand the meaning of having a mythical weapon. In this world weapons were classified by seven grades. The first one being common weapons these were weapons created by amateur blacksmiths that any person could afford and wield. The second grade were advanced weapons, this were weapons created by veteran blacksmiths that have years of experience.

The middle grade weapons were called expert weapons. These weapons were forged by renown blacksmiths whose skills were praised all throughout the land.

The next grade were things no human hand could forge these were the legendary weapons. Usually crafted by dwarves, these weapons were usually given to a hero or a king. The reason why only heroes and kings had legendary weapons, is because forging them was only the first step to grade a legendary weapon. The next step is creating a legend by doing a grand deed. An example would be like the sword a king used as he founded a country, or a spear the hero used to slay an orc king. Only after doing that grand deed could the weapon be called legendary.

The subsequent grades of weapon were things that no normal mortal being could ever create, but some of the genius dwarves could. The saint weapons were weapons imbued with mana, they are the weapons used by Saint and Divine level swordsmen. The continuous used by such masters, and the constant supply of mana had turned the weapons into something divine. Though some Dwarven blacksmiths could gain similar effects if they used mana in forging a weapon, but that takes extreme skill and mana control; that only a select few of the dwarves could manage.

The last two grades were in a dimension of their own. The next grade were the mythical grade, these were weapons wielded by the Gods. They were said to be something made in relation to the divinity of a God. An example would be if the God was a God of hunting, then his weapons would share his divinity of hunting. Ren's weapon is of that grade, which had Hilda truly surprised.

The final grade of weapons were called origin weapons. These weapons are said to be older than the Gods themselves. None know if they truly exist and have only heard of their existence as stories.

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So hearing that the scythe Ren was using was mythical grade weapon made Hilda wonder which God once wielded such a weapon. Also she was still feeling a bit annoyed by Ren, when he said that even if he used a stick he would get the same result. How arrogant could a person be?

Though Hilda was looking a bit calmer than expected, but in truth deep inside she was overwhelmed by different emotions in seeing a mythical grade weapon. She was really... No words could describe what she was feeling by hearing this piece of information. The only reason she wasn't making a bigger deal out of this was because she felt tired. Ever since knowing Ren it was one shocking event after another. The more she knew about Ren, the more shock and confused she got. So Hilda simply decided to just accept whatever she sees and blame it on the absurdity that is Ren.

Unknown to Hilda, the only reason Ren said what he said, was not because he didn't understand what a mythical grade weapon signified, but because with his current abilities he couldn't fully use the scythe. So it really didn't matter if he used a stick to fight since to him it would really give the same results.

Seeing a bit of contempt in Hilda's expression, Ren could guess what she was thinking, but decided not to clear up the misunderstanding since it really didn't matter.

"Sorry, but don't we need to check out the site of where the mountain ogre supposedly died? The sun is already setting." Lara who was left out of the conversation spoke.

"You're right, Silika return."

"As you wish." Silika's form disappeared as she once again entered the tattoo.

"Any more questions?" Ren looked at Hilda, who was looking at Ren seriously as she shook her head.

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While the group was heading towards the site of where the mountain ogre died, Darius was still running towards an unknown destination. He didn't know where he was heading, but he felt like he was suppose to head there.

He was still confused, scared, and angry at what Ren said. He just couldn't understand why Ren would say that to him, since he was obviously alive... But thinking about his parents and the day everyone turned strange, he just couldn't remember what truly happened. Which made him afraid that what Ren said could actually be...

"No! I can't be dead! I'm alive!" When Darius screamed this as he was running, he saw something that made him kneel, not wanting to accept what he saw.

"This can't be... It just can't."

Chapter end