Ryan took one look at me, who was sitting in a chair, as I spat out words to that effect.
His eyes are as cold as ice.
I know those eyes.
It’s the eye of the Hero Ryan when lead us to defeat demons.
“Including you, this Band of Dawn Lion, which started with four members, now has seven. Each member is a fierce warrior who has made a name for themselves at home and abroad.”
Ryan looks at his wives on either side of him.
“Ruschfeld is the highest-ranked black magician, a Black-Iron Magician. Giorine is the highest rank of white magician, the holder of the title of saint. Together we have grown up together in this party we have created.”
Then .. Ryan breaks off the words…
He took one look at me.
I know what you’re going to say.
“But you… will always remain weak.”
The words…
It was a hard blow to the chest.
That’s right.
I’m weak.
I’m already so weak.
Very weak.
For example… even against the weakest demons, goblins…
They are weak enough to struggle one-on-one.
And from the time I became an adventurer at the age of 15… until this age of over 30…
Desperately, no matter how much training I have done, I remain weak.
So probably for the rest of my life, I will always be weak.