'Now, please come this way.'
'Th... Then, excuse me...'
Guided by a knight, Frenda walked inside hesitantly.
The base of the mercenary group where the Paladins resided. Frenda had paid a visit there.
It was a rather sudden request, but the knights readily accepted Frenda's plea.
They weren't strangers, and although it was out of the blue, it wasn't an unreasonable request.
The knight in charge of guiding Frenda asked with a curious expression.
'Wanting to learn how to handle a sword all of a sudden. What's the occasion?'
'Well, you see...'
Frenda hesitated, unable to answer easily. She thought it was a very strange request herself.
'...It's because I need to build up my physical strength.'
'Physical strength?'
In the end, that was the only excuse Frenda could prepare.
The real reason she couldn't tell the knights was... naturally because of the Holy Sword.
First of all, the voice of the Elf that was heard occasionally was acting very bothersome.
