It was half a dayâs journey west from the royal capital of Zain.
There was a lake called Lake Arar in the northern forest.
The lake was regarded by the neighbouring villages as a valuable source of water, but about three months ago the water suddenly dried up.
The cause is unknown. It is not due to sunshine, as rainfall has been the same as in previous years.
Already crops were beginning to be affected.
Villages on the shore of the lake asked the Royal Guild to investigate the cause, but the poor villagers could not afford to pay enough, and the request was left unanswered by any adventurers.
The fields have fallen into ruin, the wells are dry, and many villages are dying.
Raidorl shrugged his shoulders in return and looked up at the huge body of the monster lying on the ground.
âNo, Iâm really praising you, I think youâre great. Iâve fought this guy before, but I had a much harder time with him. The lightning holy sword,ClaĂomh Solas, is far more powerful and penetrating than DĂĄinsleif.â
Ignoring the protests of the holy sword at his hip, which vibrated slightly, Raidorl nodded sincerely.
âWell,âŠâŠ,maybe now you can beat me. Letâs have a re-match, shall we?â
âSure, if you want to lose the blessing of the Holy Sword again.â
âMmmu âŠâŠ,meanie, itâs not fair at all.â
The seal on her is now temporarily broken, but if she were to point her sword at Raidorl again, her power would be sealed again.