"hero Sarya!"
"thank you!"
"we love you!"
Every time the fake Sarya walked out of the castle, massive crowds instantly formed out of thin air cheering for her even though she simply appeared and did nothing special but being there in the presence of the people. If you were a soldier, the mere sight of the hero coming would increase the morale of the soldiers by a hundred fold, even if the odds of victory was at small a percentage, just simply having the hero on your side would be an instant win.
Everywhere she went, a band of other people went with her, a mage that wore the most grand and decorated robes with a staff that was overly decorated and seemed to be very powerful as if the staff was gifted by the gods themselves. A fighter that seemed to be a martial arts God with scars covering his body, he was buff but not too buff, his body was right in the golden spot of sexiness and awesome muscles. A person that seemed to be an assassin capable of killing the most heavily guarded people in the world, the cloak he wore seemed to absorb all the light so he was basically even blacker than the night, his dual daggers looked like it could even cut rocks cleanly without shattering the rock. A marksman with the most advanced bow and the best manufactured arrows of the world. He was old but it seemed like he has never missed a shot in his entire life. And lastly the hero, she wore armor that was as white as snow, her weapon was like a rapier/long sword with a handle decorated with metal flowers.
The sheer badass looks of their party clearly shouted the words, "we look like heroes, admire us". This gimmick seemed to work on the people because of the fact that they're currently cheering for the fake hero.
***
At the top of the castle, the king watched the fake hero parade throughout the capital streets. Deep in his mind he felt a strong sense of familiarity when he saw the hero's party, he knew what he felt and he was sure as hell that he still remember why he was familiar with it.
"it seems to be working your majesty" Alfred said as he offered some tea
".. Are you familiar with that... Do you still remember Alfred" he asked while heavily staring at the hero's party
Alfred took a quick glance, he already knew what the king was mentioning. An old hobby of theirs with some friends.
"ah.. Yes.. Of course I remember your majesty, they called you Leonidas the great for nothing alright"
"oh.. And I remember you calling me pal instead of your majesty... I wish I could re experience all of that, the both of us with the crew.. Where do you think they are right now" the king curiously asked
"with families probably,.. hey.. I was an assassin you know? You guys kept buying me swords even though I needed daggers that most" Alfred said as he sipped his hot tea
"heh, I was a spear man and you guys kept using me as bait" the king Leonidas replied with a chuckle at the end
"well.. I hope the real hero is doing fine, I also hope she has a good crew with her" the king said
"hey.. Let's bet, she's ganna be just like us" Alfred confidently betted
"the whole world is ganna give her some surprises I know that very well" Leonidas replied while looking forward to the future
***
Back at the town, Sarya was eating some spaghetti for breakfast. Everywhere she went, her party was with her the entire time, except in the bathrooms of course. A mage that wore normal robes with a staff as plain as a white t-shirt, a fighter that wore zero scars, an elf with two ordinary daggers, and a hero that looked like your normal every day background adventurer. Compared with the fake hero Bianca, Sarya's party looked like homeless people.
"this spaghet is delicious"
[End]
©Hell, I could make an entire volume dedicated for the story of Leonidas. Btw I actually plan this novel to go 1000+ or something and Holy sweet Jesus it's ganna take me 3 years at my current pace®