I'm Not a Heretic!

"Hold the staff, unfold the scroll, and read the words inside. Very good. You have learned to cast spells." "This is jumping, this is slashing, this is stabbing, very good! Your swordsmanship has been perfected!" "Now I give you a mission, to end Ragnarok and swing your sword at Nidhogg!" Huh? Slay the dragon? I? Werther, who had just learned to walk, was stunned. Some years later. Werther held a sword in his left hand and a staff in his right hand: "Hey, which thing do you think is better for me to beat you with?" The opponent stood ready, thinking about which path Werther was specialized in, sword and magic? Have I met a genius? Werther made a surprising move and threw away his sword and staff. Oh, do you want to surrender? I really have the aura of a king, and little Werther has it at my fingertips. Then he was beaten with his own fist. He was caught off guard and was plotted against, and he was so excited that he yelled: "Psychic mage? Heretic, naked heresy! Where is the church? The heretic has been arrested!" Witte dismissed it and took out the "good man, non-heretic" certificate issued by the church: "Do you see clearly? You are the heretic! Did you see your own fist as big as a sandbag? This is the truth! But now your truth has to listen to me." Taking Europe as the background, adding a spoonful of magical elements, adding some classic Western fantasy creatures, drawing on Nordic and Greek mythology and some local European legends, a sword and magic story begins.