Every time he asked this question, the mentor would chuckle softly, and his answer was always the same.
Kid, being a hero is not that easy.
Now Solan finally understood completely.
The long-awaited reunion, even if just a vision in his dying moments, made him cherish the scene before him immensely.
"However, I lied to you."
The elder, with his back to Solan, seemed to see through his heart. He faced the calm surface of the lake, watching the ripples when the fishing hook hit the water. The village was utterly silent this night, as if the elder was savoring his final tranquility.
Lied?
Solan propped himself up, gazing at the elder with confusion, yet the elder slowly rose, solemnly walking toward him.
"My identity, and the secret of the hero and the Demon King."
