An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can't Become The Hero, So She

That day, Merle pulled out the legendary Demon Sword.

"Uh, what do I do, this"

What I pulled out was a town girl like anywhere else.

Merle in a brown piece is not muscular. It is luxurious to say the least, and the arms that hold the Devil's Sword are white and thin. She is a common girl who has impressive black hair stretched up to her waist, as you would see if she went out of town.

Merle, who has pulled out the Devil's Sword without making it, is blind. Looking around after seeing the devil's sword pulled out with his pulled hips, he stared at the devil's sword as the girl had gently pulled out the devil's sword, losing words around him just like Merle did.

At the beginning of the incident, a friend of mine who was an alumni took Merle outside, who had graduated from magic school and was not yet in a fixed position.

It was the annual harvest festival in the nearby church, where the legendary Demon Sword was pulled out as a regular event.

A sword called the Devil's Sword Leviathin. That was housed in this church.

Even though it was contained, it remained stuck on the ground for years, decades more than before, in the square in front of the church, and was abandoned.

Several prides of power challenged the Drawdown Games of the Devil's Sword, which someday became the event of the Harvest Festival, but the Devil's Sword never fell into anyone's hands and remained there forever.

Merle pulled out such a substitute.

As his eyes were dotted around him, Merle stared at the sword, agitated with a dumb voice.

"... I'm out, right?

Open your mouth to ask around, but every guest or friend who sees Merle doesn't know how to react with their mouth open.

Without knowing what to do either, Merle stabbed the Devil's Sword in its original position again in the meantime trying to put this place away.

"Stupid! It's a substitute we haven't lost in decades!

Someone screamed.

"There's no way there's one around it." "You couldn't have done it earlier by a macho guy." "You were starting to get out, weren't you?" What a voice.

It was Merle himself, however, more than the crowd, who thought there was no way he could.

"Lady, are you sure you pulled through? Then I'll be able to do it."

A man who was in the crowd before the sword stepped forward.

He's a young, short-haired young man with a deep digging face. With a tank top on his black-baked skin, he is benevolent with his arms together to show off his proud muscular body.

This young man has a much better physique than Merle who is likely to fall through the Devil's Sword.

The man's hand reaches out to the sword.

I do feel like I could fall out of that forged flesh. Not to mention losing it to a luxurious girl like Merle. I was nailed to the man's challenge to make sure around me.

"I pulled through once. Then it's easy... out..."

The eyes of the crowd gathered on the man and breathed wondering if he would fall out again. Despite the man's bright red face and strength, the sword did not move to refuse to leave the spot.

Eventually, when the man gave up, it was followed by several muscularly proud men challenging him, but the results were the same.

Again, some mistake.

There's no way out of this for a man so resilient to try. Merle thought the earlier thing would be some mistake or something.

With that in mind, Merle reached for the fearful sword to confirm.