Right in front of me was a demonic girl holding a sword in her hands. That blade came from the holy sword stuck between the stones. It was the legendary Excalibur, similar to the one I had equipped in my hand.
Just like any other demon, this demonic girl had crimson-looking skin covering her body. Although this woman took the human form, the arcane overflowing from her body described this girl as a demon.
Only demons had a colossal amount of mana inside them, which even became their health points if necessary. I fought against them once, and it took me a few minutes beating the crap out of the duke.
But the current situation became reversed. I did not know if I could still do that in this useless body. Despite having my sword, this world merged my account into nothing but a mere villager. Even those farmers had more decent status points if they tried training with the knights. My body could grind experience slower than those snail monsters inside the forest.
