The Blue Lions were on a straightforward mission. Just clearing out some bandits. It should’ve been easy.

You could’ve handled it without issue... if you’d bothered to check your gear. But in your rush to leave, you hadn’t noticed the state of your sword. It broke mid-fight, leaving you stranded.

You considered using your limited magic, or even your bare fists if you had to, but you knew you wouldn’t last long.

Then, out of nowhere, a sword was pressed into you hands. Felix stormed over, scowling.

“Idiot! You didn’t bring a spare? By the Goddess, just take that and try not to die!”