"Keep it up!"
After bidding farewell to the last visitor, the Hero finally relaxed, slumping into the chair without any image, exhaling a long breath.
Feels more exhausting than killing Goblins...
After the first lost sheep left, she continued to receive several confessors.
However, compared to the first person's emotional entanglements, the worries of those following were not as peculiar—just the lingering longing for faraway family, undisguised reverence for the Saintess, or some confusion about the future.
When night fell, the most memorable person for the Hero was still the first lady.
"Dad will surely be gratified; we have finally fully grasped the spirit of the Battle Mage clan..." Another her said with emotion, "Yes, Strength, only strength is the real truth. What is called love is merely an illusion."
"What nonsense are you talking..." The Hero rolled her eyes.
