Elliot, a brave hero in the making, grew up healthy and surrounded by the love of Ralph and Emily. With the help of Elga and Allie, Emily's housework and Ralph's duties returned to normal without any problems, even as he was raising his first child.

Ralph stood on the undulating hills and looked out over the forest where the monsters lived and the village where they lived. In the distance, the Girard Union, ruled by Fennbach, could be seen across the sea.

"Only eleven more years until Elliot turns fifteen..."

Elliot was already four years old. Now, whenever he had the time, Emily taught him how to read and write. And Elliot helped Emily with the housework as much as he could with his small body.

Ralph felt that the days had passed quickly. Recently, the number of monsters appearing and the number of sightings had visibly decreased. Ralph thought it was probably because the commander of the knights, Kirchnel, was making more frequent appearances in the village and forest.

As he was thinking this, the setting sun was lower than before. Night would fall again today, and tomorrow would arrive.

"Shall we go back?"

He put his hand on the hilt of his knight's sword, which he always takes good care of, and headed down the hill to his house.

It was still too early for dinner, and Emily was preparing in the kitchen.

"Welcome back, Ralph. You're early."

"There's been a noticeable decrease in monsters recently. I'm not sure if I need to patrol anymore."

"Well, isn't peace the best thing?"

"That's true, though. By the way, where is Elliot?"

"He's in the living room with his father."

"Father-in-law, you've been hanging out with him ever since Elliot was born. Is work okay?"

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"The farming gets a bit slow in the afternoon, too. I come to see Elliot as early as around noon."

"You're really a doting grandson," he said, as he entered the living room, hearing Elga's voice. "...So the hero put the healing spell on the back burner and charged into the Demon King's army alone. He performed a heroic deed..."

"What's a hero?"

Elliot asked innocently.

Elga was reading a story about a hero to Elliot.

Of all people, why would he read a story about a hero...

Ralph held his heavy head in his hands. But he couldn't bring himself to tell Elliot that he was a hero, so he could only interrupt him by saying, "I've just returned, father-in-law."

"Oh, sorry to bother you," Elga said, raising a hand to greet him. "Are you done with work? I better be back soon, Allie's being noisy. Plus, I need to check on the seedlings I found in the forest recently...Alright, Elliot, I'll continue tomorrow."

Elga stood up, hugged Elliot once, and left the house. "Elliot, there really is no such thing as a hero."

After Elga left, Ralph patted Elliot's head.

"Huh? There isn't one?"

"There's hardly any demon kings or monsters left, so there's no need for a hero."

"Hmm..."

"Come on, it's almost time for dinner. I'll help Mom."

"Okay, I get it."

Elliot replied cheerfully and ran to the kitchen.

Would this obedient child really be the cause of a disaster and the extinction of humanity? Ralph was still skeptical.

However, Elliot had found out about the existence of a hero. He would have to write about this in a letter to the king.

Ralph sighed deeply and headed to the kitchen.

Looking at the letter that had arrived from Ralph, Kratos sighed deeply as Ralph had.

"So you know... I knew you'd come someday."

Elliot had eleven more days until he awakened. Preparations for this were progressing steadily, but he felt anxious as the time was gradually approaching. The only way to know about the hero's disaster was through written documents, but all of them described it as extremely fierce. It was only natural that a country would be lost.

Besides, the time was fast approaching when it was time to select the hero's party.

Assuming that he would leave the selection of magicians and priests to Pope Albeini of the Brannor Law Kingdom, keeping the number of party members as small as possible would satisfy the hero's need for recognition. Perhaps three or four people including the hero.

The moon was full and bright that night, and he was deep in thought even after he got into bed, finding it difficult to fall asleep.