The gray warrior chosen by the holy sword.0

‘Rafael.’0

I[1] knew that name well. 0

I also worked hard to be chosen by the holy sword. I had never really talked to him, but it would be a lie if I were to say that I wasn't jealous of him. I admired him as well, and that was it. I could still remember the deep evil and darkness that pierced my mind when I grabbed that sword. I couldn't tell the difference between light and darkness back then, and it felt like maggots had ripped into my skin to tear through my intestines…0

‘I don’t want to experience it again.’0

How could I take interest in someone who managed to overcome what I couldn't overcome?0

The window had opened right before I entered the room, and I suddenly realized the identity of that guest. I didn’t bother asking, but it was probably him, and I was sure he was probably heading toward the gray warrior.0

I couldn’t see properly because of the thick fog, and the party members seemed really nervous. I was nervous as well because we were in a danger zone. We were in a devastated and polluted area filled...0