Report.
How to confirm the authenticity of this script? El had already found the answer in his heart. That is, to verify the confidential events recorded here that are unknown to the world.
For example, this Moonlight Forest. According to the script, the original Sword Spirit “Mukhade” slumbers here.
Unlike the golden-haired, blue-eyed, all-beautiful and handsome Elf, “spirits” are beings who live in a plane different from reality.
Those who possess talent in this aspect can form contracts with spirits and receive their assistance.
Obviously, Mukhade is Vita’s opportunity.
According to historical records, Mukhade’s previous contractor was over six hundred years ago, the founding emperor of the Leon Empire, the first Lionheart King, Reinhardt.
Gis.
It’s a coincidence. According to the original script, at the New Student Ball ten days ago, it should have been the “Evil Young Master” El·Lei who humiliated Vita.
Then, soaked through, Vita had no way to stay at the venue, so she wandered into the forest alone to clear her mind.
In the end, she discovered Mukhade and formed a contract with it, and her life entered easy mode.
For some unknown reason—maybe because El stood up for Vita at that time—she missed out on this opportunity.
But there was one thing El was very curious about: why Moonlight Forest, of all places?
From the venue, it’s more than an hour’s walk to get here. It’s possible that Vita was so lost in her emotions that she didn’t notice her surroundings and ended up here.
Still, it all feels a bit far-fetched. This can’t just be explained by coincidence.
And the script described it strangely. What does it mean, “there are two options,” one of which is to follow the guidance to Moonlight Forest?
Beside it, there’s a note: “If Mukhade is missed here, it can be found again in a random encounter.”
Many events in the script are described with different branching options and outcomes, which is what El finds most bizarre.
“Vita, focus carefully—do you hear any unusual sounds?” El thought the “guidance” must be the key.
“Sounds?” Vita didn’t understand, but did as told. “Ah, there is something—a very sharp sound. The location… it’s in the water.” “In the water?”
Before El could react, Vita pulled him over; her seemingly soft, boneless little hand was surprisingly strong.
“There’s danger, Senior El.”
The silvery spring water parted, sending ripples outward, as a massive ball of light rose from the fissure in the water. Countless droplets floated in the air, carried by its ascent, emitting a fluorescent glow.
The ball of light gradually revealed its true form—a long, unadorned sword, yet under the moonlight, it appeared stunningly beautiful.
It kept humming, shattering the forest’s silence. The spring water ceased its flow, moonlight condensed upon it. El and Vita held their breath—at this moment, it was the center of all things.
“Human girl, my name is Mukhade, Sword Spirit. Your talent is unparalleled in this world. I wish to form a contract with you and become your strength. Are you willing?”
“Senior El, what is it saying?”
The Sword Spirit spoke in an obscure and difficult Ancient Language. Vita had never studied this field, so she couldn’t understand a word.
El translated Mukhade’s words, and added, “I suggest you agree. Sentient high-level spirits are extremely rare. They usually only form contracts with humans out of boredom.”
“You got one thing wrong, human. We do not seek to come to the present world out of boredom in the Spirit Realm. Rather, the existence of Sword Spirits is for battle.”
“Unlike nature spirits, we are willing to fight side by side with humans. But those with this qualification are exceedingly rare. In hundreds of years, only this girl meets the requirements.”
Mukhade patiently switched from the twisted Ancient Language to words Vita could understand.
“In that case, I am willing to form a contract with you. Please, become my strength, make me stronger.”
Vita raised her small face, her clear, big eyes full of resolve.
If she was still as weak as before, she might have been able to convince herself to give up those unrealistic dreams.
But since fate had given her this chance, she would seize it with all her might and never let go.
“In that case, empty your mind. I will guide you through the contract. I vow to become a blade in your hand, clearing the thorns from your path…”
“I vow to be your sheath, giving you peace in slumber…”
Vita was surprised to find the Ancient Language flowing from her lips on its own.
As Mukhade chanted the words of the oath, a mysterious power deepened the connection between them until the contract was complete.
***
From the moment the Sword Spirit appeared, El’s mind had been in chaos, no longer paying attention to Vita and the Sword Spirit’s interaction.
Is the script real? Or is it just this part that’s real? If the script is confirmed to be true, does that mean I will die in the future?
Logically speaking, given how much the events depicted in the script diverge from reality, El shouldn’t still think he’ll meet the same ending as the script’s character.
But there was one thing El had told no one: in the script, the villain El eventually turned into a demon and was killed by Vita. And inside his own body—
El gently pressed his chest and sighed. There, too, a demon lay hidden.
“Senior El, it’s done!”
Vita came running back to El, excitedly showing off the azure Crest on the back of her right hand.
“Mukhade said I can summon its projection with this, and all skills related to swordsmanship will be enhanced. Looks like I might need to transfer to the Knight Academy to study.”
Looking at the girl pretending to be troubled, El smiled. “Alright, alright, my task is complete too. Let’s head back—I have a feeling we might not make it before the dorm curfew.”
“El’s task? Come to think of it, Senior El, did you already know Mukhade was here? Was coming here for me?”
“Ah, that’s a secret.”
“So sly.”
The night breeze was cool as the two walked side by side on the way back, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
Vita lowered her head, a shadow flitting across her eyes.
She had seen it—that look on her senior’s face, as if he was being chased by something, terrified of being killed.
Vita wouldn’t allow anyone to hurt Senior El. If anyone dared to try, she would make them pay the price.
“Then grow stronger. I will support you to reach the top, so that by then, no one can hurt those you wish to protect.”
Mukhade couldn’t read minds, but it could see this resolve in the girl’s eyes, so it spoke encouragingly.
“Thank you. Somehow, even though Mukhade is a Sword Spirit, you’re surprisingly gentle. Even during the contract, you were so patient.”
“Heh. But isn’t that how a sword should be? The hilt is soft for companions, the edge is sharp for enemies. The ruthless side is meant for foes.”
Mukhade, like a wise elder, patiently guided Vita.
Vita’s lips parted as she murmured thoughtfully, “I understand, Mukhade. I want to be the sword in Senior El’s hand. I want to protect Senior El, and cut down his enemies.”
“As long as you have your own judgment, that’s enough.” The Sword Spirit would unconditionally support its contractor.
Each harbored their own thoughts, and before they knew it, they had returned to the academy.
Coming and going didn’t take much time. There was no “Vita having to stay at El’s house because the dorm was closed.”
Vita could only say goodbye to her senior with disappointment.
On the academy’s stone-paved streets, the Magic Street Lamp illuminated Vita’s fair, delicate face.
“Honestly, I think you’d look even prettier if you tidied up your long hair.” El commented objectively.
“That’s true.” Most of her face was hidden by her hair to keep bad people away, but as she got older, her smooth, delicate skin made that excuse less convincing.
“Then I’ll listen to you, Senior El.” That’s decided. From today on, she would say goodbye to her old self.