The Master of Spirits Is Always Sleepy

Also known as The Swords Were Raised by Their Master and The Master Became a Devotee of Her Swords.

This is a citadel that was invaded by the Resentful Spirits.

After that battle, the swords in the citadel discovered that their master had changed. She had become even more irresistible to cuddle.

#My cold, powerful, unapproachable master has turned into a soft and adorable little ball!#

#Cuddling the master is so much fun. I'm obsessed and can't stop!#

#Every day, I find my master asleep on the road.#

#My general is wonderful in every way, except she's a picky eater.#

In short, this is the happy life of swords who had never spent time with their master before: doting on their little ball of a master all day, while also visiting other worlds to bring back their lost sword companions.

☆ The master is starved for love, insecure, and has a warped self-image. She's an atypical vampire, with an original backstory, a picky eater who hates blood and likes to watch from the shadows (spy on the swords).

☆ The master became small as a side effect of using a powerful move. She will grow up again, and her little-ball phase won't last long.

☆ I couldn't find the kind of stories I wanted, so this is a humble attempt to write one for my own enjoyment.

☆ There will be out-of-character moments and characters may act unlike themselves. I'll do my best to keep them in character, but my writing skills are limited, and I never quite get them right. I'm crying.

☆ There are subtle all-master pairings, but the focus is on familial love. The story leans toward everyday life.

☆ This is a normal citadel, with just a tiny bit of psychological trouble. The corrupted citadels belong to other people. I'm a sword fan: you can hurt the master, but I will never hurt the swords. They're so wonderful, why would anyone hurt them?

☆ This is a healing story about swords and their master. My writing, however, is emotionally devastating.

Theme: Even in darkness, we yearn for the light