Traveling through time, I'm making pancakes in Warhammer

Chapter 317 Durandal

The nun who rushed in immediately smelled the smell of dust, but the dust smelled very different from dust. It smelled more like the smell of floating paper fibers. Not only that, there was also a smell of ink in the air.

Esrick's bedroom is not big, and its decoration is even more shabby and simple than that of the luxurious office. At first glance, the only furniture in the bedroom is a bed, but the room is still very crowded.

Because the rest of the place was filled with sealed boxes and books and documents, the walls of the bedroom were covered with faded and dusty badges and the Empire's Sky Eagle, and various framed paintings were scattered in the corners or on the floor, recording part of a family's recent history.

The only oil painting that was hung depicted a magnificent and majestic spaceship. The nun had never seen a warship of this shape before. It was obvious that this spaceship did not belong to the Imperial Navy system.

At this time, Esrick, the governor, was kneeling beside the bed. He leaned under the bed, as if trying to pull something out from under the bed.

The nun leaned against the crooked door and watched the governor trying for a long time. Finally, he gave up, stood up and said to the nun:

"Sister Gloria, please help me. There's a box under my bed. It seems to be stuck. Please help me pull it out."

"What do you want me to come here for?" The nun did not immediately agree to the governor's request, but asked this.

"Um..." The Governor looked a little troubled, then said, "Please help me drag that box out first."

The nun didn't waste any words. She walked to the governor's bed, knelt on one knee, and lifted the small bed with one hand. The corners of the bed had rusted to the ground because it had been left there for too long. Then she reached out and pulled out the long box that was pinned with other miscellaneous items from under the bed.

The nun placed the long box on the table. It was very heavy. She brushed off the dust on the surface. The black sharkskin box was printed with the imperial sky eagle and the emblem of a family she had never seen before.

"Please help me open the box..." Esrick continued to plead, "The key was lost a long time ago. You can use violence. It doesn't matter if the box is broken."

So the nun said nothing, raised her knife and broke the iron lock of the box.

"Okay." The nun broke the lock but didn't open it. Instead, she returned the box to Esrick. "You called me here so late, you didn't ask me to help you open the lock, did you?"

"Of course not," Esrick said. Then, the young governor seemed to be in some hesitation or struggle, during which he wanted to speak several times, but finally closed his mouth.

After a while, when the emotions had almost settled, Esrick said:

"Sister, I will be taking command on the Crimson Sword tomorrow. Unless something unexpected happens, I won't be able to come down until the end of this battle. Both you and I may die in this battle. Tonight may be the last time we meet." Esrick said.

"Don't be so pessimistic," the nun consoled him. "Besides, dying for the Empire, dying on the battlefield, is the highest honor for a warrior."

"That's true, but there are some things I think if I don't say them now, I might not have the chance again, so I called you over," Esrick continued.

The nun didn't answer, but nodded, meaning "I'm listening, go on."

"After you pulled me out of the burning spaceship, I wanted to express my gratitude, but I never found the opportunity, and you didn't accept my thanks then." Esrick pushed the box to Gloria, "But this time, I hope you can accept it."

The nun looked at the box in confusion, but did not reach out to take it.

Esrick opened the box, and the moment it opened, a ray of silver light overflowed from the edge.

When the box was completely opened, the nun saw that the black box was covered with red silk, and inside the red silk, a long sword lay quietly.

The sword was about a palm wide, and the length including the hilt was about up to the nun's ribs. The hilt was a gorgeous imperial double-headed eagle with its wings spread out, and the eagle's pupils were inlaid with blood-like gems.

"What is this?!" The nun's eyes lit up when she saw the weapon.

"It's called Durandal, a sword heirloomed in our family," Esric said. "It's said my family was once quite powerful. Legend has it that a small fragment of the God-Emperor's armor was melted into this sword when it was forged!"

"You put such a holy object under the bed?" The nun was stunned.

"It's a sacred object, and it's also a weapon. As long as a weapon doesn't rust in an exhibition hall, it's fine." Esrick said, "Sister, please accept this sword."

"No, no, no!" The nun waved her hands in refusal, retreating repeatedly. She felt a little overwhelmed. "This sword... this sword is too precious. I'm not worthy... You have no idea of its significance. Its importance to your family far exceeds your imagination. You should have put it away and hidden it... Isn't there a Mechanical Sage? Does the Mechanical Sage know of its existence?"

"Uncle Vicklor knows of its existence, but this is my sword," Esric said. "I am too weak to wield it in battle. I hope you will accept it and let it fulfill its proper purpose."

"No!" The nun still refused: "This gift is too precious..."

"Then..." Esrick frowned and thought for a moment: "Then can I lend it to you?"

Nun: "Borrow?"

"Sister, I'll lend you this sword," Esrik said. "The next battle will be a matter of life and death. If we lose, the human stronghold will cease to exist, and this sword, no matter how precious it is, will only fall into the hands of the orcs."

Esric: "So, Sister, I want to lend you this sword. I hope you can use it to kill the enemy and bring victory to the empire. When the war is over, you can return Durandal to me, okay?"

"This sword is a powerful weapon. It might even turn the tide of battle in times of crisis." Seeing the nun still hesitate, Esric continued, "Although we have the Crimson Sword, our ground forces are still weak. But with the help of this sword, perhaps we can reverse this disadvantage."

As he spoke, Esrick lifted Durandal with both hands and handed it to the nun: "Sister Gloria, this is a gift and a responsibility. I hope you can accept it."

The nun held her breath unconsciously. She looked at the sword in Esrick's hand and felt that her soul was being attracted and called.

So she knelt on one knee reverently, raised her hands above her head, and took the holy sword from the governor's hand.

"I swear I will not dishonor its glory, and I will use it to pierce the heart of the wicked."