The day was warm.
It was a morning after the ash that had drifted about like mist finally settled.
For the first time in a long while, Heavenly Sword Mountain basked in sunlight close to that of a spring day and stretched lazily beneath it.
The only difference was that the climate had become drier than before.
It was because the ‘Hero’s Blood’ was gone.
A substance powerful enough to alter the vegetation of the entire region had been exhausted, so it was only natural that the mountain would return to its original weather.
The western region had originally been wasteland, after all.
Even so, sunlight always brought vitality.
Clear rays slipped through the gap in the window and warmly caressed my skin.
It was a cozy and peaceful time.
Except for the expression of the woman with brilliant golden hair.
Sitting upright on the bed, she muttered in a deeply dissatisfied voice.
“So?”
“Pardon? What do you mean, ‘so’?”
That was about all I could say in response.
‘So’?
I went back over the conversation Senior Delphine and I had been having since morning.
As always, she had come to visit me while I recovered, and we had exchanged news about what had happened the previous night.
Naturally, the main topic could only be ‘Seria.’
Last night, Seria and I had conversed as swordsmen.
We had conveyed our…