The hall fell into a heavy silence.

Even the female adventurers who usually favored Roy couldn’t bring themselves to defend him this time.

A hooded scholar girl muttered under her breath,

"Lying is bad... little Roy needs correction."

"Perhaps I should help him privately tonight..."

The rest was too faint to catch.

Roy offered no explanation. The truth would speak for itself.

Doubt began rippling through the Adventurer’s Guild once more.

Most recognized Miss Aisha.

Long before becoming a nun, she’d been the Guild’s most beloved mascot—a darling to all.

Her status among male adventurers...

mirrored Roy’s current standing with the ladies and receptionists.

Back then, Aisha was just a shy young girl—most saw her as a little sister.

Whether the female adventurers viewed Roy the same way...

remained uncertain.

They knew of her devotion to the Goddess of Light.

Wasn’t it natural for the Goddess to bestow the Hero’s blessing upon her faithful?

Hadn’t Saint Aurora, the Hero of centuries past, been chosen similarly?

And those who knew Aisha also knew of her younger sister, Airi—

bedridden for years with an unknown illness, wasting away in her prime.

Yet now, Airi stood healthy and whole.

Wasn’t this a miracle?

A feat only a Goddess-blessed Hero could achieve?

Still, one thing nagged at them:

Roy’s claim that *both* Aisha and Airi were Heroes... sounded utterly absurd.

President Enlil stepped forward after deep thought.

He approached the wolfman Demonfolk—

then froze, eyes widening in shock.

Blazing fury ignited in his gaze.

Had his sword and shield been at hand, he might have torn the wolfman’s corpse to pieces.

He recognized this monster.

*Juno.*

The Demon General who masterminded the Grey Kingdom Campaign.

The butcher who slaughtered countless civilians and brave adventurers.

The coward who escaped after crippling Enlil himself.

Enlil had long suspected Juno murdered Aisha’s parents too.

Seeing his nemesis dead at the graves of Lya and Azer...

released decades of pent-up rage. He nearly howled at the sky.

But he held back.

As Guild President, he had an image to uphold.

Voice trembling with emotion, he turned to the crowd:

"The Hero is real.

This Demonfolk before us?

He’s Juno—Mid-Rank Demon General of the Seventh Demon Stronghold!

*I* know his strength better than any of you!"

Gasps erupted.

"A Mid-Rank General?!"

"What’s he doing in Eoliel?!"

"Only Kingdom-Class adventurers or perfectly coordinated teams stand a chance against him!"

"And Kingdom-Class adventurers must register at local Guilds when crossing borders!"

President Enlil knew no such stranger had arrived.

Eliminate the impossible, and the truth remains—no matter how unbelievable.

"Aisha... truly became the Hero!"

"The Light Nun!" someone shouted.

The chant spread like wildfire.

Roy frowned inwardly.

He’d said *both* sisters were Heroes.

Airi, the frail younger sister, had been erased from their excitement.

(Though Airi didn’t mind at all.)

She tugged Aisha’s sleeve, following her to Roy’s side—

then instantly darted behind Roy, clutching *his* sleeve instead.

Her cheek pressed against his back.

Her nose twitched slightly, drinking in his scent,

savoring the safety of his presence.

Poor Aisha was forgotten without a second thought.

"... ..."

The nun felt like a sister whose water had been spilled—utterly forsaken.

This "Hero" title still felt unreal.

And hearing old acquaintances chant "Light Nun"...

*Humiliating.*

If she was the "Light Nun," what was Airi?

Her "Little Light Consort"?

Aisha took a steadying breath and faced the crowd—and Uncle Enlil.

"I still find it hard to believe...

but I truly received the Goddess’s blessing.

Roy... he never lies. He *wouldn’t* lie!"

Roy’s cheeks burned.

*That much trust... really wasn’t necessary.*

The adventurers’ excitement boiled over.

"I registered at the Guild where a *Hero* once worked as a mascot! I’ll brag about this for ten years!"

"I remember how cute Aisha was back then~"

"Who knew our little mascot would become a Hero!"

"B-But Airi also—" Aisha tried to interject, drowned out by cheers.

Roy gently squeezed her hand and shook his head.

"Let it go. Airi hates this kind of fuss."

Airi nodded vigorously like a tiny hamster, eager to escape the crowd.

Wherever Roy went, she’d follow.

Before Roy’s return,

newly healed Airi had drifted in emptiness—

lost, purposeless, craving the safety of her room like a turtle in its shell.

But the moment Roy appeared, her path became clear:

Stay by his side. With Aisha, if possible.

Defeating the Demon King?

That destiny meant nothing to her.

Only if the Demon King threatened her bond with Roy and Aisha...

would she raise a blade against him.

Otherwise—even if Roy *were* the Demon King himself—

she’d follow him without hesitation.