Virion's appearance—fiery red hair, green eyes, and large stature—was objectively dazzling, very fitting of his abilities.
It was no wonder that despite his relative indifference to romance, so many women, even those outside his small harem, remained steadfast and loyal in their affections to him.
His appearance pretty much confirmed that there was more to this mission than dealing with a rogue village.
"You must be the couple from Alterra, I've been wanting to head there but various responsibilities stop me," he said, raising his hand in greeting.
"I'll be sure to head there within the next few months and be a diligent taxpayer."
To be accurate, he was continuously blocked. His brother knew him too well. If he started his adventures again, it'd be years until he returned.
Now, using his own illness and the recent betrayal of their only relative, Valhalla had managed to keep Virion and force him to help out.
