As soon as we found an inn, I immediately took the girls to the room. I ordered a big room so I stuffed all of them in it to save time.
Now, as the girls are replenishing their energy while sleeping, I am downstairs, waiting for the food I ordered to come while listening to the people gossiping. As I expected, they have caught the whiff of Acadia's demolition.
"The Hero died while protecting the village, they said."
"Woah, seriously? I mean, random Demons demolishing a village is quite common, no? For the Hero to die like that—isn't that a serious issue?"
"Fuck it, mate, what do you expect from a hairless teenager who can't even use his power well?"
"Now, that you worded it that way…"
"Be careful what you say, people. No matter how incompetent they are, they are still chosen by our God—the Heroes."
