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[C.G] Ch 199: The New Frostmourne
🕑 Added 2025-07-27 17:23:13 +0000 UTC— — — — — —
The world of Akame ga Kill did have places like the Imperial Fist Temple, where warriors trained to reach a level where they could match Teigu users through pure skill and martial arts. Maybe that will be good for his Divine Body trait.
But the real heart of this world's supernatural power system lay elsewhere.
The core of that system was built around Teigu—legendary weapons forged from the remains of the Danger Beasts, combined with rare metals and long-lost techniques. The later artifacts known as Shingu were modeled after them.
But could this world offer a power seed strong enough to evolve Veyron's Divine Ki?
Yeah… no chance.
Veyron had expected as much before he even came here. So after he already left the Akame Ga Kill world without any real power, he wasn't disappointed at all.
After all, his main goals were twofold:
First, to plant a World Anchor here—so that if he ever needed to return, he could do it instantly.
Second, to personally check which version of Esdeath had joined the chat group.
Sure, from her first few messages it was obvious she held that whole 'survival of the fittest' mindset, but Veyron had a hunch this wasn't the Esdeath who had already become the Empire's strongest general by the time the story kicked off.
And when he arrived, he was proven right.
Esdeath came from the Partas Clan on the Empire's northern border, a clan of hunters who specialized in killing Danger Beasts. Esdeath's father was the chief and raised her to be a fearsome warrior. And her mother had been devoured by a super-class Danger Beast when Esdeath was still a child.
One day, after a successful solo hunt of a danger beast, she returned to find her entire tribe wiped out by an invasion of northern barbarians.
She wandered alone in the wild, hunting beasts to survive, until the Empire discovered her and extended an invitation. Thanks to her strength and battlefield achievements, she quickly rose through the ranks to become the youngest general in the Empire.
Backed by the high-ranking minister who controlled the government at the time, she was awarded the Teigu that would earn her the title of the strongest—Demon God Manifestation: Demon's Extract, an elemental-type Teigu that was created using the lifeblood of a super-class beast
The Esdeath Veyron was looking at now… was still in that in-between phase. Her tribe had already been slaughtered, but she hadn't yet joined the Empire. She was just a lone hunter surviving in the wilderness.
"Frostmourne, huh…"
After greeting Esdeath and exchanging a few words, Veyron's gaze shifted to the massive sword embedded in the ground in front of her. He reached out, pulled it free, and gave its blade a flick.
Tiiing—
"A pretty interesting piece," he murmured.
Chirp—!
Suddenly, a sharp birdsong rang out from his waist.
Veyron looked down helplessly at the source. "Really? You got jealous over Longinus, and now you're sulking over Frostmourne too?"
He glanced at the sword strapped to his hip—Bloodwing. "You know this sword isn't even mine, right?"
Ever since he officially acknowledged himself as its wielder, the spirit within the Bloodwing Blade had fully awakened. With years of nurturing through his Ki, the sword itself might still be a lifeless object, but its spirit was different.
Back when Veyron was testing the Spear of Longinus—one of the prizes from his 220-pull gacha marathon—Bloodwing didn't interfere with the tests. But the moment he put Longinus away, the sword spirit made its displeasure very clear.
And now, after just a single compliment toward Frostmourne—mostly out of nostalgia—Bloodwing immediately chirped in protest, like a child vying for attention.
"Your sword is... alive?" Esdeath asked, genuinely curious.
"You could say that, yeah," Veyron replied. "But the way Bloodwing is 'alive' isn't quite the same as your Frostmourne."
He paused, then explained thoughtfully.
Bloodwing's spirit wasn't born from curses or corruption. It was forged from pure essence—crafted by the gods themselves using divine materials, meant to be an extraterrestrial artifact from the start.
Frostmourne, on the other hand, was a weapon designed with malice baked into its core.
In the Warcraft universe it came from, the sword and its matching armor were forged solely for one purpose—to turn its wielder into a powerful, obedient tool. That corruptive influence wasn't a side effect—it was intentional. Built into its very design.
Veyron didn't go too deep into the topic. Instead, he got straight to the point.
"So, that twisted malice inside Frostmourne—do you want me to seal it away, or would you rather I completely reforge the blade?"
"Is there really a difference?" Esdeath asked.
"If I seal it," Veyron explained, "you'll still have to rely on my Divine Will to keep it in check. But once your will is strong enough to overcome it on your own, you can come back to me and have the seal lifted. At that point, the sword will truly be yours."
He continued, "If I reforge it, though, I'll use Frostmourne as raw material to craft a brand-new weapon—one that's built entirely around you. No outside influence. No corruption. Just a blade that answers only to your will."
Esdeath went quiet, thinking for a moment.
"Reforge it," she said finally. "Even if I do grow strong enough later, the fact that I needed your seal to use it in the first place… it'd make that victory meaningless."
"If I can't conquer the sword's will with my own, then it's not worth calling mine."
"You sure about this?" Veyron asked.
"I'm sure."
"Then let's begin."
Veyron grasped the hilt of Frostmourne again. Black and white flames ignited in his palm—Flames of Destined Death—and began to burn.
A piercing, almost inhuman wail echoed out from deep within the sword, a sound that made the air itself feel uneasy.
Within seconds, the screaming stopped.
Visually, Frostmourne hadn't changed a bit. Same intimidating design. Same blade. Same presence. But Esdeath could feel it—something fundamental had shifted. This was no longer the same sword.
"Got any changes you want to make?" Veyron asked casually. "You can keep the design if you want, but what about the functionality? Aside from the physical and mental boosts, the original sword also gave you the ability to command frost… and raise the dead."
Esdeath glanced down at the massive greatsword in front of her. "No need to change the appearance—it already looks perfect."
She paused, then added, "But... can you shift the necromancy part? I don't need the undead army. I'd rather that power be rechanneled into controlling ice—make that ability even stronger."
"Easy," Veyron nodded. A golden light flashed across the blade.
Just like that, the sword was reforged and fully tuned. Using his fire, Soul Light, Divine Will, and even Divine Ki.
Finally, Veyron let go and stepped back. "Go on—give it a try."
Esdeath took a deep breath and gripped the hilt with both hands.
The moment her fingers wrapped around it, her eyes widened.
It was completely different.
Her strength, speed, and mental clarity surged past what she'd experienced before. Her connection to the element of frost was no longer just power—it was instinctual, elegant, pure.
And most surprising of all—it felt like the sword was an extension of her body. Natural. Effortless.
"You were curious about my Bloodwing earlier, weren't you?" Veyron said, watching her reaction. "The difference between it and the old Frostmourne… is exactly what you're feeling now."
He added, "Of course, how far yours evolves—that's entirely up to you. It'll depend on how much of your mind, will, and spirit you pour into nurturing it from here on out."
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