He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a while before Malin remembered that he had already left the battlefield.
Today was his second day back in Copenhagen, and his achievements were already being celebrated around the world. The High Priest of the Church of the Goddess of Harvest had shone the Holy Light of the Lord of Justice on the battlefield, purifying a Chaos Demon that had breached the front lines, which sounded like a tale from a fantasy world.
However, when people mention the name of this High Priest, they can only smile knowingly—look, everyone thinks the same, Malin Gaiate, the hero against Chaos.
Malin turned his head and glanced at Lulu, who was looking at him, and he sighed.
"Malin, my dear, why do you sigh?" the girl asked curiously.
"Being a hero is really tiring," Malin said with a lament looking at the ceiling.
