Having not seen him for a few hundred years, he hoped this fellow really had made some progress, the Fantasy Heroic Spirit... To be honest, he was curious how this guy managed to awaken the "Fantasy" battle skill.
He was even more curious about how this guy became a Heroic Spirit, becoming one was not an overly harsh requirement, but it definitely wasn't simple.
Anyone who could become a Heroic Spirit was a celebrated individual, their true name recorded in history books, their life stories compiled and passed on, and their tales chanted by bards singing of their exploits.
This guy before him, an oddity among Heroic Spirits, didn't know his own origin, didn't know his own true name, and claimed to be the Queen.
The Flame Queen, emerging from the blazing flames that burned the world's sins.
Typically, Heroic Spirits who didn't know their own true names or origins were believed to possess a divine destiny and could explode with power in battle.
