The tide receded and everything returned to normal. The little girl, the Gleaming Scale Serpent, and the guards who had been standing tensely outside the swirling tides rushed forward.
"Sister, are you alright?"
"Hiss—"
The Hero met her friends' and familiar's concerned gazes and smiled, about to speak. She paused for a moment, puzzled.
'Huh?'
"Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing the Hero hesitating to speak, the little girl immediately became nervous.
"Don't worry! This is the Holy Sword Recognition from the Lake Holy Sword. No one knows how many years it's been since a warrior was last recognized by the Holy Sword."
The Warrior Guild Leader, who had also approached, offered this explanation.
The tall Warrior Guild Leader's face was filled with a hearty smile, which made the cruising bishop behind him adopt a wary expression.
"This brave lady, may I ask your name?" The Warrior Guild Leader inquired, executing a gentlemanly gesture that did not match his stature.
"…"
