The moment he stepped into the clearing, an uproar of cheers erupted, startling him.
"Sir Simon! You're back!"
Soldiers rushed up to him, eyes wide with awe, grins plastered across their faces. Mercenaries crowded around him, slapping him on the back and flooding him with questions.
"Woah, how powerful are you, really? To stand against that demon—how many class changes have you gone through?"
"You must be insanely strong to hold your own against that demon! Did you acquire a rare class or something?"
"Why did he leave? Did he actually fear your strength?"…
"What level are you?"…
Simon who was taken aback by their sudden enthusiasm, was constantly barraged by their questions. To the men surrounding him, that battle was nothing short of legendary.
Most of them were former serfs and peasants who had rarely seen anything beyond skirmishes and minor battles. To see their leader confront a powerful Demon and live to tell the tale was, to them, a feat of impossible heroism.
