"Hero, my dear~~~"
A peculiar tone with a familiar voice approached from afar, causing the Hero to halt in her steps.
Following her, the Gleaming Scale Serpent recognized the voice as well, instantly becoming alert and raising its head.
On the wide street free of many obstacles, the chillness of the winter air failed to quell the warmth in the newcomer's voice.
"Holy——Sword's Hero, my dear~~~"
The joyous call echoed through the streets.
Even in this Border where heroes abound, such an excessively grandiose title drew the gazes of many passersby, causing the Hero's cheeks to blush faintly.
She sighed with resignation, pulling out the Feather Pen given to her by the other person, and started writing in her notebook.
'I've told you before, I haven't drawn the Holy Sword, so please refrain from addressing me as such.'
She lifted the notebook toward the newcomer, her expression reluctant yet her eyes betraying some joy of encountering an old acquaintance.
