Forsaken Priest of the Hero's Party

A legendary sword, sharp enough to slice off fingers with just a glance, lay among the many weapons.

This plain iron sword stood out amid scattered jewels, magical artifacts, and other rare armaments.

At first glance, it appeared unremarkable, crafted from ordinary iron that lacked the luster of the other treasures.

It resembled a modest blade from a local blacksmith rather than a prized relic from the imperial treasury. But sometimes, it’s the simplest things that catch attention.

Roka, curious, reached out to touch it. If the Swordsman Without a Master had deliberately left it so unassuming, he was indeed clever.

It’s far more ordinary than I expected... ugh.

She grabbed the handle and attempted to pull the sword free. Although it wasn’t deeply embedded, every effort to move it proved futile.

While she struggled, a finger tapped her neck. Startled, she whirled around to see a man in a wide-brimmed hat smiling at her.

Her eyes widened in surprise. His face was blurred, as though shrouded in fog, sheuld discern his eyes, nose, and mouth, yet his features never fully resolved into clarity.

“Why are you trying to pull that sword out?”

“I believe a knife would suit you far better than a sword.”