The day after Elwynn and the others returned from the ancient ruins in the holy land of Leidriel, Annie had finished taking in the sights. Once she decided there was nothing fun left to do, she resolutely said goodbye to the chuunibyou uncles and big sisters who spent all day talking about saving the world, and left Karthus City, which she had already explored from end to end.
At the time, that idiot Hein, Miss Alina, and the others had naturally begged and pleaded with her to stay and join their glorious team, devoted to peace and defeating evil.
But...
After thinking it over for a long time (about three seconds), she ultimately refused. She had no desire to go with them in search of that so-called holy sword, Langrisser, either. She simply said on the spot that she wasn't very interested. After all, she was an incredibly powerful Arcane Archmage. The holy sword sounded pretty rare, sure, but no matter how you looked at it, it was still just a rare thing. That wasn't enough to make her join their boring chuunibyou world-saving team.
Besides, it would be much more convenient to go and take a look at the holy sword by herself. She didn't want to bring along those troublesome deadweights.
Like today, for example. She had followed a merchant caravan passing through and arrived at this village. Her ultimate destination, of course, was that ancient ruin—the old site of the Bardia Kingdom, the place where the reincarnated great mage Jessica had told Elwynn and the others the holy sword Langrisser was sealed: Bardia Castle!
?
It was late at night outside...
"Hahaha!"
"Come on, let's have a proper drink!"
"Matthew!"
"Bring that barrel of wine over here!"
"Hold it!"
"Listen, Gurney, can you two stop drinking already?"