Sitting away from Pops, I talk about the time we met, while looking at Sophie’s eyes.

“Was it about five years ago? … Once, about five years ago, the whole party came to this village by chance. At that time, we were in trouble because we were attacked by a demon.”

“The party saved the day. Is that what you mean?”

I wish that were the case. In the stories we tell our children, some adventurers do heroic deeds, but in reality they are not.

They’re more selfish and calculating.

“We didn’t take the job as a party because we didn’t have enough money.”

We were dealing with a Cannibal Ogre, and the fee was 5 silver coins. It was only enough for a couple of days’ living expenses.

T/N: there was some kind of trouble in the order of the chapters so please use this next as the substitute.

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