I’m Not the Heroine

Has there ever been such a peaceful day?

Aswell thought this as he fell asleep.

Over nearly two years of journeying, there had certainly been peaceful moments.

But 'rest' and 'everyday life' were different.

For that reason, the festival she had brought him to felt more special than any other time.

‘So, this is why I became a hero.’

Protecting peaceful everyday life.

A noble purpose, simple yet sacred.

That was the meaning of being a hero.

But the reason Aswell felt this moment was so special had much to do with her, the one who had accompanied him.

[So, will you do it for me once more?]

He had summoned more courage in that moment than he ever had when meeting the Emperor or facing formidable monsters.

Aswell was already aware of his feelings, but he lacked the courage to express them to her. Perhaps it was because of his nature, always thinking of others first.

Her heart, the heart of someone who could give everything for him, was incredibly important to Aswell.

That’s why, without certainty, he simply reacted sensitively to her actions and words.

Then, when she had offered to comfort him in Wintergard and brought him to the festival, he started to realize something.

‘Maybe... Louis...’

And that realization came far too late.

[If you don’t want to, turn your head away.]

At that moment, as he slowly approached, he saw her face, clearly flustered.

Even her flustered expression seemed cute, and in that instant, he realized.

She had slowly closed her eyes.

And so, Aswell was able to summon even more courage and, at last, made it happen.

His first kiss.