Defeated,
completely defeated.
Edward's heart was at ease.
He lay on his back on the ground,
suddenly recalling that campfire night, the feast beneath the starry sky in the open field.
Back then,
the two, who were drunk, discussed the heroes of this world.
Edward believed that the heroes of this era were none other than Lambert, a ranger who rose from a declining noble to conquer the world, defeating the legendary powerhouses of enemy nations as a half-legendary, and then instantly ascending to the legendary realm, becoming a powerhouse that shook the land, with minstrels across the Central Earth World praising him as the Ranger King.
He was free and unrestrained, traveling the world, the freest person in this world.
If he wasn't a hero, who could be considered a hero?
However, Valen believed,
