I’m Not the Heroine

Clang-!

She was an incredibly fast woman.

So fast that even with the eyes and body of a hero, it was hard to keep up with her.

"Aswell..."

"·······Just wait a little."

Moreover, behind her was the faint scent of a drug that had spread through the air.

In a situation where he had to protect one person while fighting an enemy, the only thing Aswell could do was trust his instincts and deflect the oncoming swords.

Clang-!

Once again, two daggers were bounced off the Holy Sword, and the woman’s figure was revealed.

"Is this what being a hero is like? I took pride in my speed."

A hint of disbelief and surprise was evident on her face.

She spun the daggers on her fingers and lowered her stance, preparing to charge again.

Aswell maintained his vigilance while continuing to think.

‘Should she be one of my companions?’

He recalled the five companions from the memories of past heroes. One of them had been like the woman in front of him, wearing a hood and wielding daggers.

But Aswell couldn’t be certain just from that.

If it were like with Niabella, he might understand, but the current situation was entirely caused by her.

From her aggressive stance, her goal was most likely assassination or inflicting injury.

To carry out such an assignment "forcefully" was something Aswell couldn’t fully comprehend.

‘Even if, by some chance, that’s true, I don’t think I could forgive her easily.’

Clink.

Aswell gripped the Holy Sword, preparing for the next attack.

‘Let’s hold out until Louis regains her senses.’

He believed she would recover soon, so he only needed to hold out until then.

But then, the next moment, Aswell almost lost his composure.

"More importantly, a hero sleeping with a woman... That wasn’t in the intel. Is she really that precious to you?"

For a brief moment, there was a glimmer of murderous intent directed at her, not him.

"······."