‘Heavenly Sword Mountain.’
It was a lofty mountain that had risen at the place where a hero died in the distant past. A mysterious sect called the ‘Sword Circle’ resided there, and it was also famous as a place that permitted entry only to those who swore to devote their lives to the practice of swordsmanship.
It was also a place steeped in my memories.
I had not spent long on the mountain. One or two months at most, perhaps. Even so, I had accumulated exceptionally dense memories here.
Above all, had my Master not fallen asleep at the summit of Heavenly Sword Mountain?
He was said to have departed upon a new excursion now, but the ‘Sword Duke’ had unmistakably met his end on this ground. Even if a certain girl were now wandering the continent carrying the ‘Divine Sword,’ she should be regarded as a separate person.
It was a place where I had gained such meaningful experiences. Naturally, there were also several people with whom I had formed bonds, and upon hearing of my arrival, the ‘Sword Circle’ gladly came out to welcome me.
It was literally a warm reception.
Yes, a ‘warm reception.’ It was merely somewhat excessive.
“The Sword Sovereign has arrived!”
I did not know who had bestowed the name upon…