The first time Hans heard about a holy sword was when his grandmother read him a storybook many years ago. The story was about a hero who defeated the Demon Lord. After receiving a holy sword from an archangel, the hero persevered through all kinds of trials to accomplish all his goals; and the book ended with the hero marrying a beautiful princess. During his young, naïve days, Hans dreamed of becoming a hero. But as he grew older and came to know reality, he realized how hopeless his dreams were.

His status was that of a count's servant; it was a far cry from a hero. Heroes or princesses probably had servants, but they were never mentioned. He was like a non-existent character who didn’t even appear in the first few pages of a storybook. And like all grownups, Hans had pushed his dreams far away, into the deep corner of his mind. But right now, a white holy sword flashed in his hand like it was letting its presence known.

Estellade emitted out bright light as Hans wielded it. Having watched Zich’s fighting, half with admiration and half with envy, Hans knew how to basically use Estellade.

Kuaaah!

“Urgh!”

“Ugh!”

His enemies became enveloped by a stream...