Being Able to Edit Skills in Another World, I Gained OP Waifus Chapter 26

The room proclaimed as "Spring of magical power".

With the volume of magical power being too overwhelming, the monsters seem to be cautious and do not want to approach this place. In its center there is a gus.h.i.+ng fountain which turns the room into a hot spring, with thin streams flowing in all directions.

As for us, we split our party in two.

Cecyl and I will stay in the room and do the summoning of the cursed sword.

Rita, Aine, and Leticia will keep watch outside the room.

Having taken a nap for a couple of hours, we managed to recover our magical power, and were right about to start the summoning.

"I've been thinking about the person who summoned the cursed sword. Maybe they were very lonely" — Cecyl said with the scroll in her hands as she  checked out the streams inside the room.

"I wonder, maybe they just wanted to have comrades whom they could speak about them being able do amazing things and proof it by summoning this cursed sword"

"'I am amazing, so join me!', that sort of thing?"

"Yes. However, once someone gets their hands on the cursed sword, it becomes the source of strife. That's why the summoner might've been thinking about taking that swords away from humans"

"If they really wanted to oppose humans, they could simply summon a different kind of a cursed sword"

The summoning scroll in Cecyl's hands is an object which was, ultimately, capable of summoning only Reginablus. It couldn't be used to call forth a different sword from a different dimension.

The magician was obsessed with being able to summon a cursed sword by themselves. The obsession was so much that they went as far as entrusting their own race with what they had left undone, despite not knowing when a demonkin could appear.

Could it be that this magician tried to take responsibility for summoning the cursed sword in such a way?

"So, Cecyl, do you want the sword?"

"I do not"

"Guessed so"

"However, it doesn't sit well to leave things as they are"

"The sword might become the seed for disputes"

"I wonder, shouldn't the sword rust away eventually if we leave it a hot spring beneath the magician's residence?"

"Some amount of calcium will stick to it, rendering the edge useless for cutting"

"Just selling it is dangerous after all"

"I suppose I would feel bad if someone died because of it"

"Nagi-sama"

"What is it?"

"That side of yours, I love it very much"

"… I-is that so?"

Somehow, I felt awkward so I just looked away from Cecyl.

"Say, it's about time we begin. Everyone is waiting"

"Yes"

With the inherited scroll in her hands, Cecyl stepped into the center of the room, the place where the spring flowed out beneath her feet. Apparently, this spot was where magical power gathered the most.

"Do you have enough magical power?"

"It feels like by being in this room, my magical power was raised. After that… As I thought, I would be borrowing Nagi-sama's magical power"

"Yeah. Well then, let's finish things fast"

I stepped in front of Cecyl. Activating "Ability Reconstruction", I raised my left hand just a little bit.

Suddenly, Cecyl grabbed my hand. With an impish look in her eyes, she slowly, as if the hand was some treasure, pushed it against her left breast.

"[I call thee from spirit world to ours, I call upon you, the force of magic]"

Cecyl's skirt starts fluttering just a little bit. Her slender, bare legs become visible almost up to her thighs.

"[I am the who succeeds the demonkins. I am in love with a human whom I trust. By his compa.s.sion I'm willing to spill my blood for my name is Cecyl Phierott. I will right the wrongs of those who walked these lands before. Through the underground abyss and waterways, I summon here the cursed sword. I am an inheritor, I am performing this rite so that I can succeed the feelings of all demonkins, to be their heir]"

Sweat is flowing from Cecyl's forehead, her silver hair is swaying like an entirely separate ent.i.ty.

As for me, I continue to keep the "Ability Reconstruction" window open and supply Cecyl with magical power. To not be a hindrance to her, I close my eyes and quieten my breathing.

The chanting continues. It's finished yet. It's long since it's written in "Ancient Magic Language". This also puts Cecyl under more strain. No mistakes are allowed, the chant must be said word by word.

"[… Bearing the feast, come before me. Come, come! I am screaming your name to come here right now from the spirit world onto ours, Reginblaus! Show yourself immediately!"

The moment Cecyl finished the chant, the magical power began swirling.

"Success! Nagi-sama, the cursed sword is coming"

Bit by bit, a sword in black scabbard makes its appearance in the center of the coiling magical power.

It looked as if the sword was alive. The handle was adorned with gems that were s.h.i.+ning with magical power. The scabbard was riddled with mult.i.tude of blood vessels, pulsing like veins. Dokun… dokun…

I don't think it's a good idea to touch it just like that.

I arranged the now opened leather bag underneath the sword.

Alright, the sword is right above. All that's left is to close the bag once the sword falls down. Still, gotta make sure it's safe.

"Cecyl, let loose a force arrow!"

"Yes!"

The black arrow striked against the cursed sword lying on the ground.

We've already concluded in our experiment with the gargoyles that those arrows are capable of weakening magical tools.  As the sword falls down into the bag, it stops moving. Alright, now I just have to close the bag and…

"Nagi-sama!"

"—Eh?"

The sword, it jumped up. Drawing an unnatural curve, the handle touched my hand… As if it was wrapping itself around about my arm.

"So this d.a.m.ned sword was just playing dead?!"

…………Hmmm?

Still, nothing seems to happen all all. This is the sword's doing… right? In other words, does it mean that the sword have selected me?

>

> — something like that?

"Nagi-sama…. Are you all alright?" — Cecyl looks at the sword in hand with a visible worry.

"I am okay, nothing's wrong. Let's put this thing into the bag at once…"

The moment I said that, my consciousness paused with a snap. My knees shook, the legs were slipping.

The cursed sword, still sheahed, lurched forward. With its scabbard, it was caught in the collar of Cecyl's clothes.

I fell down along with Cecyl while the sword still in my hand. In a single moment, the sheathed sword went down on Cecyl, dragging her clothes with it up to her navel.

"NNagi-sama!"

Something touched me on the lips.

Something puffy and soft. Something that I touched several times with my hand in the past.

I rolled, pushed down Cecyl and somehow ended up burying my face onto her chest—?!

"S-stop. No, don't stop. It's not bad, but it's too sudden It's definitely way too sudden! Ritsan, Aine-san, and Leticisan will come right away!

"Y-you're mistaken!"

"P-please give me time to prepare myself at the very least. One-two-three-four. Alright! I've prepared myself, Nagi-sama!"

"That's fast! I mean, you can not prepare yourself for anything! Not right now at least"

I try raising my hand from the ground and lift myself from atop the red-faced Cecyl, but… my consciousness paused again all of sudden. My vision started rotating and blurred the surroundings. It's obvious that my hand was slipping.

Reflectively, I hold onto Cecyl's soft thighs with one hand while the other grabs Cecyl's ankle. For some reason, I was pulling her and drawing closer to the area beneath the stomach. Then my face… it just collapsed… The h.e.l.l?!

"Hiyan?!"

With my face I felt Cecyl's warmth right across one thin piece of cloth.

It's bad, it's extremely bad.

"NNagi-sama"

"I am not doing this on purpose. If anything, you have the wrong idea"

"I understand. It's the magical power… it's seething in great quant.i.ty from the cursed sword…"

"Whwhat has happened here—— ?!"

All of sudden, I heard Rita's voice resounding through the room.

"R-rita, you've come just at the right time"

"I came after hearing a scream, but what's going on here?! What the h.e.l.l are Nagi and Cecyl-chan doing?!"

"Rita, I have a request. Grab me by the hand and pull me away. Enough so that I wouldn't touch the cursed sword!"

"Touch the sword, you say? hmm?"

*clink*

The scabbard was touched by Rita. At the same time, Rita's legs started sliding.

You're kidding me, right? To make Rita, who possess the motion capabilities of a therianthrope, a wild animal if you may, to fall down?

"Don't tell me… is this the power of the cursed sword?!"

I waved my hand. However, the sword still doesn't separate from it. Meanwhile, soft and warm body descended on top of me.

Rita seized my arm and tried to draw me away. While grabbing me, she also half-turned around, thus both of our bodies began rotating. It was like a move in judo where you seize your opponent by their collar and return your back to them in order to make a throw. What would happen with clothes in that moment? Would it become loose? It's something akin to a robe, after all.

"No-o-o-o-o-o-o-o"

As a result, I ended up tearing the robe Rita was wearing to pieces.

It couldn't have happened under normal circ.u.mstances. The difference between my and Rita's motor functions was way too large.

And yet, I was gripping the robe with both hands while Rita covered her chest and crouched down. Large… it's the first time I saw them so clearly… Wait, now is not the time for that.

"Get away from me, both of you!"

"Nakun? What's going on?!"

"Aine, Leticia, do not approach me!"

This was the power of the cursed sword Reginablus. Still, what's the reason? Wasn't it the sword that would make the chosen one a hero? It's generally the case. Shouldn't it be some sort of an event item which raises the weilder's offensive power or supply them with magical power? Why is it that the power it shown consists of stripping one's female companions?

> — A voice said.

The pitch was high, like it belonged to a girl.

>

Standing in front me was a young girl with red hair. Her skin was pure white, and her eyes — pitch black, like the darkness itself. The girl was dressed in white clothes.

While she was indeed small, she's floating in the air.

>

"Was I chosen?"