A neatly dressed young man gave a good first impression, but that's all there was — he was nothing like the legendary Ethan!
Back in Sivalentine, she had heard many rumors about Ethan.
Legend had it that he was bathed in eternal radiance. He had hundreds of faces and would always appear as you imagined, but his true form had a stature as grand as the sun, an existence that stood on par with the Old Gods, and even the Evil God's Followers held him in high regard.
Including those followers of the Father of War who escorted her out of Sivalentine, they always held an optimistic view of the war.
— As long as Ethan initiated the attack, everything would be fine.
They always had this phrase on their lips.
But the young man before her seemed too "frail," and those mercenaries in the Adventurer's Guild looked far more capable of fighting than him.
"I am Ethan."
"I am Vivian Gallog, the princess of Sivalentine."
