Legendary mercenary of the Fallen Sword Family

Prologue I was born amidst war and ruin. An age of upheaval. A time when the man who was master of the land in the morning could be lying as a corpse by dusk—it was everyday life. The village where I was born suffered the same fate at the hands of battlefield mages. ‘I want power like that.’ Power that would ensure I would never again have anything taken from me. “You can’t use magic.” After several years of wandering battlefields and ruins like a pack of scavenging wolves, barely surviving, I caught the attention of a knight and was taken on as something like his squire. When I asked him, that was the answer I got. “Why?” “Because you have no mana.” I wasn’t discouraged. It wasn’t something I’d ever had in the first place. I had no talent for magic, but I did have a certain knack for usin