This is what the old king envisioned.

At this moment, the knight who was on guard outside came in and reported to the two:

"Your Majesty, Your Highness, the Sword Saint, Lord Kreeher Grellette, requests an audience at the door."

"Bring her in."

The old king waved his hand, signaling the knight to go out and deliver the decree.

A moment later, Kreeher walked into the government hall. She was still wearing that pure white knight's uniform. Because her right hand was now whole, even though her face was expressionless, she could only give off a cold and sharp feeling, and the feeling of being pitied had completely disappeared.

Her knight's sword was once again at her waist, her right hand was healed, and she was able to hold the sword again, regaining her confidence.

The Sword Saint Kreeher Gretel, who struck fear into the hearts of demons, was invincible, and whose swordsmanship was unparalleled and known to all, has returned!

"His Majesty."

After kneeling on one knee to perform the knightly salute, Kreeher stood up on her own. This was a privilege she enjoyed as one of the kingdom's strongest warriors, having accumulated countless merits in battle.

“Kreh, congratulations on picking up your sword again. I’m glad that a sharp blade of the kingdom has returned.”

The old king chuckled happily.

"Thank you for your congratulations, Your Majesty. Kreh has come here with a request that Your Majesty may grant."

Like a sword, Kreh was straightforward and direct, unlike the cunning and serpentine Kyal who used hypocritical politeness and roundabout methods. Instead, she made her request directly.

"What unreasonable request?"

"I hope to serve as the swordsmanship instructor for the Healer, Kayal, and after Kayal completes his training as a hero and heals other heroes and sages, I will team up with Kayal to hunt and level up in the Monster Forest."