A Villainess Pulled Out the Sword Instead of the Hero - Chapter 1
A lake was inconsistent with the desolate land. At its center stood a rock covered with moss.
The rock scene at the surface on the very center of the lake looks deeply rooted under the water.
And a sword stuck at that rock.
What people always say every time they see the rock alone in the middle of the lake is, “That’s the Excalibur. The one who takes that sword will be the king of Britain, right?”
Morgana also glanced at the sword as she listened to the chatters of those who groaned on the outskirts of the lake.
I don’t know if it’s because of the Legend or the Oracle, but in my eyes, even the waves glistening in the sunlight through the greenery looked beautiful.
The vast lake seemed like a fantasy at first glance.
Morgana looked around. In the distance before her and behind the lake, the lands of the Kingdoms of Britain and Avalon could be seen.
A border area between two opposing Kingdoms.
Like its name, the lake, which can’t be owned by anyone, felt noble beyond formidable.
Since no one could own it, the lake was managed by a neutral temple.
If anyone wanted, the priest would set up a boat and let them see the sword, because everyone didn’t know who would pull the sword.
Morgana hovered around the rock where the sword was while riding a boat.
The priest, who had been rowing the oar in front of her, asked in annoyance,
“Since you’ve seen everything, do you want to go back now?”
“Can I come closer and take a look?” Morgana asked.
There was no answer, but the priest’s face showed his annoyance.
Even so, it’s the sword that the chosen one will pull and become the King of Britain.
Except for her, many people rushed and tried to pull the sword, but for more than 100 years, no one was able to do so.
Among the people of the two Kingdoms, no one had not tried it.
No wonder, when a child is born they’ll come to the lake to try and pull the sword.
‘This is the continent’s stonework, isn’t it?’
In a hurry, the boat landed near the huge rock.
The blade was so sharp that it was disrespectful to say that the sword had been stuck on the rock for over 100 years.
Seeing the sword that had not yet been drawn, Morgana felt relief inside.
‘Great, it’s still fine.’
The sword will be drawn someday, but not now.
Morgana just came to see it out of curiosity. It’s just an old relic for the people of the continent, but not for her.
‘Is this the real Excalibur?’
I’ve only seen it in novels, but who would have thought I would see it with my own eyes?
Does anyone here know this sword? In a certain world, it’s a game, a cartoon, and the fact that it’s being used for all kinds of material.
Morgana grabbed the handle of the sword and shoved it secretly.
‘If possible, please don’t get pulled yet, hang in there, just until I make money!’
The priest frowned grotesquely at her behavior.
At that moment, the sword stuck in the rock shook, and the stones rumbled.
“…?”
When Morgana tightened her grip on the hilt, the sword was pulled out.
Clank—, Morgana held the sword, the legendary sword, that Excalibur.
“I, I was chosen…?”
For a moment the priest’s eyes widened.
Morgana glanced down at the sword she was holding and slid it straight into the rock.
A clattering, unstable voice echoed through her mind.
— Congratulations!★ You pulled Excalibur!
What does this mean?
— At last! This sword has woken up after 100 years! Ta-da!
Even against Morgana’s will, the sword in her hand glistened as she raised it.
After abruptly pulling the sword, her image became the figure of a warrior, with her hand lifting the sword.
On the outskirts of the lake, one of the commoners watching the whole process fell to his knees.
Starting with him, those in the lake began to kneel one by one.
Soon there was a loud noise around the lake.
“Ki-king! The future of the Kingdom of Britain has been born!”
“Finally, the sword was pulled out after 100 years!”
“The King of Britain has been born!”
Morgana quickly shook her head and said, “Oh, no! It’s a mistake!”
Morgana waved her hand and thrust the sword back into the rock.
— Huh? Can’t you see the blade of this sword?
Along with the unfamiliar voice, the hand holding the sword soared again towards the sky.
Pulling the sword again and raising it as if piercing the sky, everyone cried out, “Your Majesty! Wow!”
“King of Britain!”
‘It’s impossible, I- I can’t be!’
Morgana was weeping inside, but no one could see her sorrow.
‘Why the hell was I chosen?’
In legends, novels, comics, and games, this is the sword that the main character, Arthur Pendragon should pick!
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The temple was bustling for the first time since it was built.
Even the high priest who was in the distant country had departed for the lake.
Morgana had no choice but to sit limply on the sofa, with the sword standing next to her.
The priest who rowed bowed his head and spoke, “I know it’s inconvenient, but I’ll do my best to serve you.”
“Yes…”
“I have informed the royal family of Britain and Avalon of your majesty’s birth. They’ll send someone soon, so please tell me if there are any inconveniences…”
The priest’s voice trembled slightly at the end, although it may be because he was thrilled or because he was no longer allowed to row as a guide to the person who pulled the sword.
Maybe that’s why he’s speaking a bit slower than he did before.
Living in another world, she was frustrated by the slow explanation.
“Well, the high priests are on their way…”
Morgana muttered softly as she sat down on the sofa, cutting the priest lengthening words.
“I want to be alone. Would you please leave?”
The priest was startled by her words and bowed his head deeply.
“Yes, I’m sorry. You must be tired, please rest comfortably!”
He stepped back and walked out at once to the door.
Contrary to his very slow explanation, his speed of leaving the room was fast. He felt strangely reminiscent of a cockroach.
Thud—
As the door closed, and I was left alone in the room, silence fell immediately.
Oh, I should correct it, I was not alone, there were two of us left in the room.
— Hmph! Are you saying that this is all he can to offer to the chosen one?
“Someone is coming from the royal family.” Morgana comforted him a bit, but the sword poured out words quickly, in disbelief.
— Shouldn’t he be supposed to at least sprinkle a thousand carats of diamonds on a bed of gold and put some magic stones and a carpet of tiger skin on the floor?
“This room is also very luxurious.”
— Did you really pick me? This one and only me? You pulled Excalibur, the most beautiful, perfect, sophisticated, and strongest in the world.
‘Wow, such great pride you have!’
I wondered if there was something Excalibur didn’t like in the room, and how he could treat Morgana so poorly, the one who pulled the sword, his very great self like this?
Had she been holding the sword, she would have been willing to take the necks of the priests.
(N/T: She – refers to the old/ Morgana from the original.)
But for that, the room given out by the temple was good enough.
At least I could assure you, in Morgana’s life, this was the best room of all her years, or perhaps all her life.
Staring at the empty sofa opposite the table at the center, I still remember that day vividly.
The first time I possessed this body in this world.
