At this moment, the Hero has returned to her grandfather's home.
After resting for so many days, the convoy can set off at any time, so the Hero hopes to do what she can for the soon-to-be-born Little Slime before leaving.
However, when she tried to put the past behind her and eagerly share her creative ideas, the Gleaming Scale Serpent interjected:
"Forgive my impudence, Your Majesty."
The housekeeper, appearing in his forties, unwittingly reached out to smooth the slight creases on the hem of his formal attire, straightening his back slightly with an exceptionally cautious tone, as if choosing the most gentle words.
"May I ask, how do you perceive your brother's views and attitudes?"
The light in the Hero's eyes gradually settled down, she opened her mouth, paused for a moment, and then slowly spoke.
"...Of course, I don't completely agree with that viewpoint."
Although she also thinks Magic is amazing, she doesn't believe other professions are inferior.
