She felt that once she relaxed her grip, her strength would pour out like water from a pierced bag, completely drained away.
The Hero's face turned red as she exerted a force she had never even used when fighting Goblins—mainly because Goblins didn't politely wait for her to gather her strength—trying to pull this stubborn sword from the rock.
The Magic Power inside her surged, flowing through her slender arms.
Suddenly, scenes after scenes flashed through her mind.
[The history of the Lake Holy Sword is—]
1. From its establishment to present (Sword of Faith)♛
2. An even more distant and unknown past (Mystic Sword)
D2=d2(1)=1
"The second tenth second... twenty-one, twenty-two..."
The Thief clerk softly counted the seconds, making the atmosphere increasingly tense while a glimmer of expectation also rose in his eyes.
