Some Gifts from The Boss

"Hahaha... Hahahaha."

Mr. Hector's laughter echoed throughout the room. He laughed freely like an antagonist, his laugh like that while fighting before.

"I never expected that you even wield two swords. Look... even my mithril swords are almost destroyed from fighting you."

Mr. Hector showed me his mithril swords, covered in scratches and cracks. Ironically, it was his swords that suffered damage despite his consecutive attacks.

"My swords would be completely destroyed if I continued the fight, and it would be detrimental to me if it persisted."

"That's not true. It was actually me who received the consecutive attacks."

I just happened to have a good sword and skills that helped me avoid defeat. Without those two factors, I would have lost from the start. Mr. Hector was a veteran warrior with a Rank B, possessing far more combat experience than me, who only relied on the abilities granted by the god.

"I admit that many of your movements still felt rigid, but despite that, you were abl