As the days passed, and I found myself living here for a month, I began to discover places where few people frequented. The tranquil park where I was sitting was one such place.

Despite the lively streets filled with the noise of the Summer Harvest Festival and the distant sound of laughter, only my senior and I occupied this spot.

The [Spirit of the Sword], with her pink-haired, childlike appearance, muttered something quietly.

"Wootaa—♪"

...

It was a meaningless babble.

But I could understand the sentiment.

Even if you're a remnant of a legendary [Saint], or just a working adult …