"So, you think you're a hero? Of the gods?" Anselm barely contains himself.
"No, I'm just saying it wouldn't be a surprise if I were, not that I want to be or anything."
As I scramble to defend myself from Anselm's mocking gaze and laugh, I swear off giving the ghost any more ammunition to knock me down with.
"Heroes…no, how do I put this?" his cheeks have been stuck in a wide spread angle showcasing off all his merry pearly whites; annoying.
"Heroes aren't summoners of the undead, heroes don't plan to take over the world or fantasize about their power growing to unbelievable magnitudes that no one would be able to resist their wills. Heroes do good without expecting benefits or rewards or women!" He burst out laughing at the last part.
"Just because I think Mathilda and Leriva are two good looking women does not mean I want them. I can't have them anyway."
