Night.
Drop off your first friend Astoria brought at your doorstep.
He asks those who entrust him with escorting him home.
"Good boy."
"Yeah!"
"And he looks a lot like your grandfather at the castle."
"Really?"
"Look, you have a dragon, don't you?
Because I miss the dragon so much, I thought it was so magical or so big in capacity, but it wasn't.
Astoria, you kept your mouth shut that kid had zero magic, didn't you?
"Oh, that's"
I didn't expect my mother to discriminate, but it's delicate, so Astoria went out of her way to say it.
"That's how he was born, too."
"Oh, how did you know I was born??
"Hmm? Because he looked like your grandfather at the castle.
I mean, hegemony, because Aura was just like Grandpa.
Aura used to be a hero, so if the times were time, you'd be a brave man or a child who became king on the bottom.
People who are hegemonic, they often don't have the magic to be innate when they're coloring heroes. "
"Huh?"
"Oh, didn't Astoria know?
Grandpa can't use magic at the castle. "
"Yes, it was."
"Because I've been trying my best to get in line and get rid of discrimination against people with zero magic all the time, Grandpa.
I wish this world was a little easier for her. "
Just a little sad, Astoria's mother said and cut the words.
Conversely, that's all peace is now.
In times of peace, I don't need a hero.
When you need a hero, that's all hard times. It is an ironic story.
Eventually, Astoria's mother continued.
"Astoria, take care of your friends."
"Yeah, of course."
"Heroes, because true righteous allies are what pull the poverty lottery"
"People who really did the right thing are almost certain to lose money."
Not just the heroes of history, not just the great and small of justice, but the right thing to do is painful.
"And that's why I miss the dragon, but if it's a creature that had an aura wavelength instead of losing it, it has the nature to attract it.
Probably. Why a dragon can keep it.
I have the idea that an unwitting being is an obscene being who did something wrong in his previous life because he was not loved by God, because he hated it, but rather the other way around.
God loves me, which makes me a life full of misery.
When it comes to talking, it's self-sacrifice.
Conversely, it means that everyone can be a hero on the side of justice if they don't ask for something in return in the spirit of self-sacrifice. "
To my mother's explanation, it was Astoria I was going to teach her next time at school.
I can't get close to Astoria's house.
The same goes for school.
Still, I wanted to see it at first sight.
I wanted to see what she looked like, just once, because it's good.
Like betraying his thoughts like that, that rat came out of her house.
My anger swells up at once.
"Here, you can't, can you?
Because you will be the prince of her white horse, my dear.
This isn't the stage. "
I was embarrassed by the luscious woman who gave him strength.
"Dirty rats are getting on with it."
"Yes, rats. They hate me because I'm filthy.
It's a beast.
I'm trying to defile something sacred.
That's why you know that, right?
"Absolutely. I'll kill you with this power you gave me.
I can be a hero if I set the stage, even if I'm just a rat. "
"Huh. Well, anyone on the road to a hero does, but it starts with a little evil."