Noah said goodbye to his father who was standing near the gate and then left the village carrying some sandwiches and also an iron sword that he had gotten a year ago from his mother and father.
"This sword is getting pretty worn out, I need a new one." Noah took his sword from his waist and looked at it for a while.
Its blade was a little crooked and its cut was quite damaged.
"I should have sharpened it before I left. Well, what am I going to hunt today? Isadora, can you tell me what's interesting around here."
[ Don't you ever get tired of asking me for help? ]
"Well, it's nice to take advantage of the fact that you can see everything to ask for information. And you don't mind, do you? You've done this many times before."
[ Yes, I don't mind. What do you want? A fast enemy, a strong enemy, or maybe an enemy with a powerful defense? ]
"Do you have any enemies with all three characteristics?"
[ No. ]