I quickly finished my meal and headed to the Weaverpool Territory. As soon as I arrived, the guards recognized me.
"Hero, you've arrived?!"
"Yes, it's good to see you. But I'm still in my early twenties, so you can speak informally to me."
I believe this: even if a person becomes more successful than before, their essence never changes. Is it okay to abuse your power just because you're decked out in luxury goods? Isn't it not?
That's why I dislike being addressed with honorifics. In the first place, the Hero is a sub-role, and the main role is the Debauched Hero.
"Oh, how could I? The Lord will be outside!"
"I'm here to help subjugate the cult. It's fine!"
"Haha, yes! Keep up the good work!"
I rode Lyn inside. A smile came to my face as I watched Lyn walk briskly, moving its legs alternately.
'Are you happy too? Well, the guards were pretending not to know me until last time. Their perception has really changed.'
