The Hero and the Swamp Girl

Swamp 3

“………the worst.”

The next morning, that was the first thing I said when I woke up on my own bed.

What is “the worst”, you ask?

The answer is obviously the fact that I was robbed of my daily enjoyment, my fishing location. If possible, I was hoping it would just be a dream but, now that I’m awake, I realized that it’s definitely not a dream. Even if the town is in a “Yay Hero” mood, personally, I’m in a “Damn you, Hero” mood.

Entering my kitchen, I filled a cup with water and drank it, sating my parched throat while taking a breath.

ーI understand.
ーTruthfully, I’m just taking out my anger on him.

That Hero Party, by chance, probably stopped by and was welcomed into this town and, after hearing the mayor and the townspeople’s troubles, offered to destroy the swamp out of the kindness of their heart or something like that. After all, it was treated as a creepy swamp from the very beginning.
That’s why this is my completely misguided anger.

“Like I care that you go fishing in this kind of swamp!”
“If you have any complaints, go tell them to the mayor!”

Originally, it wouldn’t have been weird for the Hero to throw such lines at me but, instead, he did the mature thing and simply took my verbal abuse. Not just that, he also apologized to me from the depths of his heart. Based off of only that, Hero Rufus was, as expected, just what the rumors said he was: a gentleman.

But, for the me with a small heart, if possible, I really don’t want to meet him ever again.

And, just like that, I flew out of my house. My destination was the usual place. But, unlike always, I wasn’t carrying my fishing rod this time.