Bar, a middle-aged man who had once been a seasoned adventurer, led a peaceful life in the Imperial Capital. He would lend a hand to adventuring groups by carrying their supplies, and occasionally assist the guild's staff.
"Welcome, Bar. We're happy to have you with us today."
"Thank you for having me."
Bar was a beloved uncle-like figure in the capital, but little did anyone know that he was actually one of the Empire's most powerful weapons - a member of the "Laevateinn" group named Bartolomeus.
"May Lord Bar step forward."
With the support of a beautiful and skilled elven girl named Welhe Mina, Bar's presence on the battlefield or in political arenas was nothing short of godlike - comparable to that of a War God. Thus begins the legendary tale of the unassuming adventurer and the mightiest weapon in the empire.
