The Hero awkwardly smiled and waved away the enthusiastic sales pitch from the Warrior Guild Leader, then crossed the trestle bridge and finally reached the lakeshore where the Lake Holy Sword rested.
In the distance, the lake shimmered with ripples, and several small fishing boats were engaged in catching fish.
The Hero's gaze swept over this tranquil scene, and her thoughts inevitably returned to the first time she visited this small town.
At that time, she wasn't even a Professional, and it was only upon the recommendation of a Little Girl that she completed her first Reincarnation to become a Martial Monk. So much had happened since then.
But now, visiting for the second time, the small town remained as peaceful as ever, whether it was the Great Demon disaster at the Border or the Magic Cloud Undercurrent within the Kingdom, neither had stirred a ripple here like the shimmering lake surface — calm, serene, yet unlost in beauty.
