I’m Not the Heroine

The knight of the Hero's Party, Serelin, took a deep breath before stepping through the door.

Swoosh...

What hit her first was the thin air and the harsh wind that cut across her cheeks.

"This is... Zertolt’s Sword Mountain."

The holy land of the sword, where the world’s greatest swordsmen come to strive for even greater growth. At the same time, it was the place where the pinnacle of swordsmanship, known as the "Sword Saint," resided.

Kugugu...

Serelin now stood at the entrance of Zertolt’s Sword Mountain.

"Whoo..."

As she looked around, she saw cities, both large and small, and mountains below. Tania Astraea had sent Serelin to a location that was already quite high in altitude, but Zertolt’s Sword Mountain was even higher.

The peak of the mountain, where the clouds touched, was her destination.

Then, it happened.

Whoosh!

It sounded almost like paint being splattered on paper, and the clouds above Serelin split in half.

Kwah-kwah-kwah!!

The edge of the split clouds met the peak of Zertolt’s Sword Mountain.

It was as if someone was signaling to Serelin.

"Is that a signal for me to go there?"

And that someone was likely the "Sword Saint."

Serelin, having steadied her mind, glanced at the peak once more and then began to run.

To avoid becoming a burden to the Hero’s Party. To achieve even greater growth and become more magnificent.

The knight Serelin began her training.

***

"Ugh."

As Aria tightly closed her eyes and took a step forward, the scenery changed in an instant.

The once grand mansion interior disappeared, and before her eyes stood a vast city filled entirely with pristine white buildings.

"This is... the Headquarters..."

The starting point of the church, the place where all doctrines and the goddess’s sanctity reside. The Saintess, Aria, had come to the Headquarters for the first time.