Although an innate profession was precious and unique, the gift of destiny was never free, always requiring some hidden costs.
However, eight years ago...
After a hearty meal and expressing gratitude to the Count, the Hero sipped on juice while recalling what had just been said.
Eight years ago, the large-scale Arcane Surge beyond the borders, though causing considerable casualties, did not breach the border defenses, thus it was not well-known to the inland people.
Yet, seeing the heavy expression on the Count's face and remembering that his friend lost his mother in that disaster, the Hero couldn't help but empathize.
At that time, however, the Hero was only six or seven years old, and the memories of that year had long blurred and were unclear.
She only vaguely remembered there seemed to be a period when her father was not at home.
But the Count didn't seem to know her father... so Lord Father should not have been to the border, right?
