Who was the guy that just killed me?
The adventurer stood in place for a long time, still dazed, not even reacting when enemy soldiers rushed past. The body's automatic combat was the only thing enabling a response.
The weapon—whether it should be called a longsword or a great sword—must have a significant story, and the one wielding it couldn't possibly be an unknown figure.
Yet he really couldn't remember!
All the knowledge he had about the Sain Dungeon was crammed in his mind only recently, and now he's forgetting it as fast as he memorized it back then. No matter how hard he tries, he just can't remember who the sword's owner is.
"Ugh, why can't I have a photographic memory..."
The adventurer lamented, sounding like a high school student from an eastern country.
However, even if he can't recall the origins of that sword, it doesn't matter; there's one thing he knows clearly now.
That is, he's probably no match for his opponent.
