Some people shyly looked away; some had a sudden realization followed by keen interest; others showed greedy eyes, but could only keep a low profile among the crowd.
"I'm going, an Intermediate Magic Creature."
"Wow, a Stigma certification by the bishop, must be a Princess from some Great Noble family."
"That snake skin is worth a fortune..."
Anyway, the Hero who peacefully lined up was slightly nervous as he awaited his turn.
Once most people were in their places, the Ceremony of Unsheathing the Sword began simply.
The Hero also saw the main character of this ceremony in full.
The unimpressive Holy Sword, stuck atop a reef on the lakeshore, while the buildings of the Warrior Guild were shaped in an 'L', enclosing the area.
There were no man-made protections around the Holy Sword; even the path leading to the reef was mucky lakebed. Only on a slightly distant shore, safe from tidal submersion, stood a small altar.
