“A hero and a saint…”
I mutter quietly as I sit on the sofa at home.
Nina and the others are taking a nap while being accompanied by Ariamel. Iska and Fio are sitting across from me, studying.
“…? Gray-san, did you just say something?”
“No….Hey Iska, what do you think about “heroes” and “saints”?
“Eh, a hero and a saint… hmm… nothing in particular. What about that?”
Iska makes a curious face.
“No… how about Fio?”
“I don’t really care either. I have this image of someone who saves the world, but the scale is so big that it’s like a story in a book…”
Judging from their reaction, the two of them really don’t seem to be interested.
I thought there might be some kind of special bloodline to the hero, Iska, and maybe the heroine, Fio… but from what I see now, it doesn’t look like there is any such thing.
It’s not unusual for him to not know. I’ll ask …… Ariamel, Nina, Ratz and Stella when they wake up from their naps….. just in case.
“What’s going on, Gray-san? You’re thinking about something.”
Yesterday, while I was on my way to the Adventurer’s Guild to report the accomplishment of a request, I was caught by Emilia, who had a serious look on her face, and was half-forced to go to the current party house of the “The War Maidens”.
“Hey what the hell…”
“I’m sorry, I want you to follow me quietly now.”
I was led to a place that looked like a reception room, and as I entered, Kasha and Harsalia, who were sitting on chairs talking about something, turned their attention to me.
“…Welcome Gray. I’m sorry to have you just show up like this… but I just wanted to talk to you for a minute.”
An apologetic-looking Kasha bows her head.
“Is this something you can’t talk about in the guild?”
“Yes, there are too many eyes in there. … just sit down, I’ll get you a cup of tea now.”
“No, I’m fine. Just tell me what you want.”
Kasha and Harsalia sit in a chair facing each other, and Emilia sits next to me.
“Have you heard about the hero?”
Harsalia begins to speak.
“Ah… the one who was chosen by an oracle.”
What kind of person is he? Even if Emilia and the others were invited to the party, I don’t know if that person’s intentions were involved.
“That’s right. That hero is heading this way from the neighboring country of Storia.”
“How could you possibly know that?”
“For some reason, they’re moving through the forest instead of taking the streets. That’s why a friendly spirit told me.”
I’ve heard that elves, the people of the forest, can talk to spirits… but it seems that they can’t feel the existence of spirits if they don’t have the aptitude. I don’t know much about it myself…
There is such a thing as spirit magic, but I’ve never seen anyone who can use it.
“How did you know it was the hero?”
“I know because he’s a hero.”
“Because he’s a hero?”
“The oracle says that the chosen heroes are special even to the spirits. That’s why they know when they come into the territory of the spirit.”
You have no private life….
“Did the hero come to Bastok alone?”
“It said he wasn’t alone, but it didn’t know how many people.”
There’s also Iska and the others, and it’s suspicious at the point where they’re avoiding the streets… we should be on the lookout.
“Okay… but why are you telling me this?”
“Emmy told Gray the other day, didn’t she? She was invited to the hero’s party but declined.”
Kasha, who had been silent until then, began to speak.
“I don’t know what the hero’s goal is, but I’m going to be on the lookout for them…..I can’t trust the lord of this city right now.”
“So, in case something happens, I’m thinking of asking you, Gray, who knows what’s going on, to help us out in case something goes wrong.”
“It was Emmy who told me what was going on, and it was Emmy who pushed for Gray to be a collaborator.”
Emilia was at a loss for words after Kasha’s thrust.
I don’t see any reason to say no… I still consider Emilia and the others as friends, even though we’re not currently in a party.
Besides, I don’t know if Iska and the others are irrelevant to this matter.
That’s how I decided to cooperate with the “War Maidens”. I refrained from accepting requests for a while and decided to stay by the children.
And it’s probably best not to go out of town.
It doesn’t really have a deep meaning, but will a hero die if I cut off his head?