Bloodied Fists

One second, two seconds, three.

The holy sword in my hand showed no movement or radiance.

Relief washed over me.

Unless something extraordinary like the Demon King incident happened, it shouldn't occur.

Even that had only been a temporary qualification.

The Holy Sword Wielder took back her sword and sheathed it behind her back. For some reason, she looked distinctly disappointed.

Come to think of it.

From the looks of things, she'd been settled here long before we arrived.

"By the way, Holy Sword Wielder, what are you doing here?"

"This is my temporary residence."...