“Little Servin?”
Hera was a servant of the dust, dressed like a traveler returning from a long journey.
From a distance, she looked at the figure that split the river forward—the churning waves were like dust flying under the feet of a horse, and she whispered his name with some uncertainty.
The figure drew an elegant arc and swam towards her in a reverse direction.
“Sister Hera.” Serven ran over wearing only a pair of small pants, and some lean muscles could be seen on his thin body.
Hera has heard some stories of this “little hero” from the villagers.
The indisputable husband also praised Serven –
“Hahaha, in this era, there are still heroes!!”
(⊙?⊙)← he said with a silly smile.
This era longs for heroes –
This is the conclusion she and Zeus came to at a very painful cost.
After realizing that her path was wrong, she chose to travel long distances again and again in discouragement. Only high and low peaks, wide and narrow rivers, and all kinds of passers-by can bring her some comfort.
As long as she didn’t stop, as long as she kept walking, she wouldn’t have time to think back to her entire army-destroying dependents, and she wouldn’t recall the tragic situation of their deaths
“Sister Hera?”
Severn’s voice interrupted her thoughts, and she returned to reality to see Severn’s innocent face.
Such a pure and cute little person, why is the breath so dirty? Hera has been plagued by this problem and is puzzled.
“Long time no see, little Servin.”
“Well, welcome back, Sister Hera.”
Hera naturally took Serven’s little hand, “I heard that you defeated a group of monsters alone? ”
“Hmm.”
“Aren’t you afraid?”
“I’m stronger than them.”
“What if they were more powerful?”
“…… Then I’ll run away. ”
Hera smiled dumbly, only then did she feel that Serven had faded her aura, still the little one with the slug, and she suddenly remembered the pitiful and cute appearance of Serven who had challenged the goose before and was chased for help.
She crouched down and rubbed both sides of Servin’s cheeks, even though Serven slapped her hand away, she only smiled softly.
That night, the little hero of the village became her pillow –
Hera thought of her poor family again, and couldn’t help but hug Serven in her arms a little tighter.
“Does Serven want to be a hero?”
“Don’t want to. I just want to protect “my own people.” Sevind, who was about to fall asleep, answered in a daze, breathing evenly, and fell asleep.
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