I Became a 6★ Gacha Character

Everyone makes mistakes.

"...Sorry. I forgot I got stronger after getting the holy sword."

"It's fine, these things happen."

"Yes, at least we hunted successfully without casualties."

But my tiny conscience pricked too sharply to just brush it off like that. I'd mistakenly thought their tough outer hide meant their bones, muscles, and tendons were all equally hard.

While the Giant Worm and Wyvern's mistakes proved fatal, mine just covered our companions and lovers in blood.

My excuse was that I hadn't killed a Wyvern in four whole years. Unlike dumb ogres popping up everywhere, they were hunted by mages or skilled ballista operators, not walking tanks like me.

But seeing Grace grinning after roughly wringing blood from her hair and hastily washing her face, and Irene checking everyone despite her filthy priest robes, I couldn't voice my excuses.

"The carriage is wrecked, guess you'll have to carry Hanna, Roland."