Prologue: A World Within Romance Fantasy
"Well, the young master of Berce and the northern…"
"With the Berce name behind him, how could he…"
"Tell me, Ragnar. Why her instead of me…!"
A rather thrilling scene was unfolding, but it had nothing whatsoever to do with me.
"Bella, aren't you going to go look?"
"Ragnar can handle it himself. And Adelaide—I've told you before, I have absolutely no intention of getting mixed up in his love life."
"Honestly, you're always the same. Do you really love the sword that much?"
"Of course. I don't need anything else. The sword is all I need."
And so I stood among the crowd, sipping tea with a thoroughly bored expression.
Ah. I just want to swing a blade already.