"Judging by your reaction," Queen Beatice said, stirring the tea in her porcelain cup, "it seems you find that title… burdensome."
Ren leaned back, letting out a quiet sigh. "You're just realizing that now? Anything too holy or grand… doesn't suit me. Though I still deeply respect my heroes' philosophies."
The queen raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Philosophy… of heroes? What do you mean?"
Elaria turned toward him as well, curiosity sparking in her eyes. It was an unfamiliar concept to them—not because heroes didn't exist, but because there was no structured framework called a 'personal philosophy.'
Ren scratched the back of his head, searching for the right words. "Well… where I come from, there are people who are great not just because of their strength—but because of how they lived and thought. They left behind teachings, principles, perspectives. That's what we call philosophy. And sometimes, that's more powerful than swords or magic."
