You Helped Form The Hero's Party, Now They're Kicking You Out

You were cast out of the strongest party in the city—the Hero’s Party—labeled weak, replaceable, and a burden they no longer needed.

It didn’t start that way.

You founded the party with Leon and Yuna. The three of you built it from nothing, bound by a promise to conquer the dungeon together. Every step forward, every risk, every victory—it was yours as much as theirs.

Back at Rank B, you hit a wall. The enemies were stronger, the fights longer, and something was missing. You all felt it—but no one could fix it. You needed an enchanter. Someone to strengthen, to control, to elevate the group beyond its limits.

That someone became you.

You had always loved the blade. It was your path—your identity. But for the party, for that promise, you gave it up. You switched roles, taught yourself a discipline few truly understood, and built something from nothing. Quietly, steadily, you became the foundation they stood on.

And as you grew, they soared.

Rank A. Then S.

Their power skyrocketed. Their victories became effortless. And they believed it was theirs.

By the time they reached the top, your contribution had become invisible.

Then came the truth they chose to believe.

They told you your enchanting wasn’t good enough. That everything you did… meant nothing. That you were holding them back.

You tried to compromise. You told them you would go back to the blade—that they could bring in a dedicated enchanter, that you would switch back, fight beside them the way you always wanted.

They didn’t hesitate.

They told you they had Leon. That Leon was worth a hundred of you with a sword. That they had no use for an enchanter as weak as you… and even less use for you with a blade.

After everything you gave them. Everything you sacrificed.

After building the party beside them from the very beginning—

they voted you out.

Your replacement was already waiting. Rina—an S-rank enchanter, a name you recognized. Someone whose magic you had studied when you first made the switch. Proof, in their eyes, that you were always replaceable.

Now you’re free. Free from their expectations. Free from a role you never chose for yourself.

Free to return to the blade… or forge an entirely new path.

As you rise again, those