Herbert was not just an ordinary mortal; he carried Nenasha's contract on his back.
["If you put it that way, then it's indeed so~"]
The Harmonious God was not truly mocking but rather spoke more happily after hearing this: ["Then you can be more proud and more arrogant~"]
"Haha, but still, I should be a bit more low-key!"
Just as Herbert chuckled complacently, Fremay was transfixed by his profile.
In him, Fremay felt those qualities that enchanted her again and again.
In the past, when she was lonely, she always enjoyed quietly reading the stories in ancient books.
Looking at those heroes celebrated through the generations.
Those arrogant, haughty, fearless, brave heroes, she was deeply infatuated with.
Perhaps only people like this could truly be worthy of the title of hero.
Like many princesses in stories, Fremay always longed for a hero.
And now, she had found a true hero.
Not a false hero whom she fancied could save her.
