I’m Not the Heroine

Tania issued only one decree and then left Wintergard.

[Finish your business here and come to the East. Make sure to say your goodbyes on the way.]

Most powerful individuals have their own domains.

Notably, Master and Kundel are in charge of the northern region of the Empire, known as Stormblast.

Others, like the Pope and the Sword Saint, are so powerful that they hardly move out of their designated territories.

‘Was it for the balance of power, they said?’

I heard that if a single person moves recklessly, it could lead to war between nations or battles between the powerful.

But Tania is different. Her domain could be anywhere in the Empire.

If I had to guess, it would be the mansion in the East. Officially, it’s a gift from the Emperor to honor Tania’s contributions.

It seemed like Tania was calling me to the East for the first tour of the Empire after the Hero’s Party had finished their journey.

"No matter what, this is too much."

Tania, like a giant lightning strike, had completely decimated the Hero’s Party.

Although not as strong as the world’s most powerful, the Hero’s Party was made up of talented individuals in their own right. Yet, within a week of her sudden appearance, she obliterated the magical wellspring they had been struggling with for days, with a single spell.

It wasn’t a “handling”; it was an annihilation.

A few hours ago, due to the chaos at the magical wellspring, the Count of Wintergard requested our cooperation.

Since the offensive had ceased, they intended to investigate. As a result, it was confirmed that all three magical wellsprings had been destroyed.

However, finding the exact spot where Tania had erased it was extremely difficult.

Because, literally, the traces left by the magical wellspring and the monsters were burned away by the lightning.

Due to the immense gap in power, and Tania’s departure, the mood within the Hero’s Party was close to catastrophic.

Aria, Serelin, and Lafiré did not show up for breakfast, each for their own reasons. Even Niamma, usually cheerful, weakly refused breakfast.

And then, the remaining person.

Knock knock.

He was the one most shocked, and as a result, the one I was most worried about.

On the other hand, if I were to lift him up, he was the one who received such immense affection that the remaining party members couldn’t shake him off easily.

"...Aswell."

It was the hero.

"...Louis. Is something wrong?"