As I stepped out onto the path, murmuring voices poked at my eardrums persistently.
It was a treatment I was gradually getting used to, but the issue was my senses, which had become more sensitive than before. The gazes of admiration and awe directed at me were felt vividly.
Moreover, the topics they were whispering about were embarrassingly hot to the face.
“Is that the ‘Iron-Blooded Duke’?”
“No, I heard he’s the ‘Sword Saint’…….”
“But he handles hand axes well too? It’s a waste to just include ‘sword.'”
“Is that so?”
Why on earth did my title have to be the subject of others’ gossip?
This too must be the fate of a ‘Master,’ but the ‘title’ was so grandiose that it was hard to shake off the feeling of it being undeserved. Perhaps the ‘Sword Duke’ or the ‘Saint,’ the ‘Great Witch’ also felt this way.
It was while I was walking with a flushed face like that.
“Ian Percus!”
Tap, and a woman who boldly appeared in front of me pointed at…