The news of the Sword Saint's arrival in the Royal Capital quickly became the talk of the town; both ordinary people and Adventurers were full of curiosity about this Sword Saint.
Her debut record was defeating a Demon Lord Seed, later easily defeating The Kingdom's Warrior Chief, and then appearing again in an unparalleled manner as reinforcements to help The Kingdom deal with the powerful enemy, the Goddess Cult.
Her subsequent achievements were terrifying; along the way, she wiped out nearly five strongholds of the Goddess Cult and eliminated more than five Bishops. Later, even after falling into an ambush by three Bishops, she eliminated an Angel far surpassing a Demon God with a single strike, completing the great feat of god-slaying. Such a living legend naturally succeeded in attracting the curiosity and admiration of many.
However, this Sword Saint had cast a barrier to ward people off; even those with a strong will to visit her ultimately could not reach the place where she was resting.
Clearly, it wasn't some mystical place, but ever since the Sword Saint checked in, many people found themselves unable to approach. Even if some hadn't noticed it was the Sword Saint's residence and spent money there, when they were later reminded and tried to return, they became like everyone else—unable to go back to that place. Finally, a magician found the reason and told everyone it was a spell set up by the Sword Saint, which finally made people give up on their'star-chasing' intentions.
There were still some who refused to give up, but as long as they held that thought, they could never break through this technique to see the Sword Saint they wanted to meet.
While Sebas and Alice stayed hidden in the inn, Hanta, who was allowed to move freely, had been spending his days in a bustling Adventurers' tavern, telling those'star-chasers' about the experiences of the past few months. Although he always liked to embellish his own role, the crowd was so eager to hear real stories about the Sword Saint that they didn't mind his bragging.
"At that time, those three Bishops of the Goddess Cult set up a sealing barrier, trapping the entire city, and even sacrificed the lives of a thousand people to summon the legendary Archangel. That Archangel was incredibly holy; as soon as it appeared, the entire space seemed purified, the air became incomparably fresh, and just by bathing in the Archangel's holy light, all illnesses and pains seemed to vanish."
"However, the Archangel of Judgment is, after all, an angel symbolizing destruction; even a holy appearance cannot hide its inner ferocity. While the holy light can heal all ailments, it also silently erases our lives. Fortunately, I reacted in time and shouted for everyone to hide in their houses, otherwise those exposed to the light would have died for nothing."
"Of course, it's also thanks to Miss Alice's barrier magic that we were able to hold out and witness that earth-shattering battle from within the houses."
"The Archangel unleashed a rain of meteor fire as soon as it made a move. When everyone saw the meteor shower in the sky, they all felt it was the end of the world and didn't think they could survive. But at that moment, the Sword Saint appeared, and that single strike split the boundary between heaven and earth—a strike so powerful I couldn't comprehend it at all."
With an earth-shaking commotion, she slew both the meteor fire and the Archangel of Judgment together. If it hadn't happened right before my eyes, I wouldn't have believed that swordsmanship in this world could reach such a level."
Hanta's eloquence was poor, and he liked to insert his own bias, but the crowd listened with great interest.
Because when the Archangel of Judgment descended, a spectacular anomaly appeared in the sky across the entire Kingdom. Everyone had seen the meteor shower Hanta mentioned; the meteors were as dense as rain, falling in one direction. It should have been daytime, but the dense meteors blocked the sunlight, making the whole world look as if it were plunged into darkness, with only the burning trails in the sky seemingly announcing the arrival of doomsday. But at that very moment, a sword light cut through the horizon, and the sky seemed to be split in two—half night, half dawn—and then the night passed, and the world welcomed the dawn once more.
Combined with Hanta's story, everyone visualized the scene for themselves.
The entire city was shrouded in the angel's holy light, with countless falling meteor fires in the sky, and people hiding in their houses in despair, praying for the appearance of a Savior.
Then the Sword Saint appeared, splitting the night with a single strike and rescuing the people from the hands of the terrifying god-demon. As a story, the protagonist, the Sword Saint, was so overwhelmingly strong that the narrative seemed a bit anti-climactic. But this was not a story; it was a fact witnessed by everyone in The Kingdom.
"Great! But Mr. Hanta, although the Sword Saint is indeed powerful, you don't seem to have had any brilliant performances along the way other than helping with errands. The few times you did act, you could only barely handle some low-level members. How do you have the nerve to say you're one of the protagonists of this story?"
"Why can't I be a protagonist? I may be weak, but I've been getting stronger under the Sword Saint's guidance along the way. Look at those heroic legends; don't they all start with a weak little hero who keeps getting stronger under the guidance of various heroes until they finally become a true hero? In this team, the Sword Saint is undoubtedly the hero among heroes, and Miss Alice is naturally a hero too, so I'm definitely the little hero of this team. So why can't I be one of the protagonists?"
"May I ask how old you are this year?"
"Piss off! What's wrong with being 34!"
Hanta threw a bottle of wine.
The man caught it with a grin.
"Thanks."
"I'm telling you, don't look down on me because of my age. You should know I'm still in my growth period, and my strength can still improve!"
"Yes, yes, you're the little hero."
The tavern erupted in laughter.
Although they said they believed him, almost no one actually thought Hanta was telling the truth. After all, being only Mithril-rank at 34 meant Hanta's talent was likely only at that level. Furthermore, even with the Sword Saint's guidance, he had only mastered a single high-consumption martial art, and his overall realm hadn't improved much—that fact alone was enough to prove the point.
"One day I'll make you all know the name of 'Iron Peak'!" Hanta shouted, then raised his glass high, "Enough talk, a toast to the Sword Saint, cheers!"
Although Hanta only did it because he couldn't help showing off, a bard soon adapted his story, and a poem about the Sword Saint began to spread. In the story, an evil angel brought the night, and human hope awakened the Sword Saint's power; the holy sword symbolizing hope cut through the endless night and saved the world.
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