Heroic Aspiration

Hilude said nothing.

Linsey watched her and soon noticed a detail.

He had just stepped onto the Hero Altar and undergone its transformation, which had taken roughly half an hour.

Yet Hilude had not moved from her position at all.

The writer girl's wheelchair remained exactly as it had when Linsey set off, and so did she.

In other words.

Hilude had quietly watched Linsey and the people of this city where they lived for a full half hour.

She had remained lost in the same thoughts she had been having half an hour ago.

"..."

Linsey stopped speaking as well.

He stood before Hilude and began to wait quietly.

About another fifteen minutes passed.

"Linsey, help me push my wheelchair up there."

For once, Hilude did not make any exaggerated expression. She simply spoke to Linsey in a calm, serious tone:

"It's too high. I can't get up there."

Linsey did not act immediately. He lowered his head and asked Hilude:

"When you usually go up the stairs to my house, I don't see you having any trouble or difficulty."

Hilude said:

"It's dark now, so give me a push."

"..."

Linsey's gaze met Hilude's crimson pupils.

The writer girl's eyes were still as water.

She showed not the slightest emotion, merely telling Linsey with a calm attitude.

She had decided to step onto the altar and accept the identity of a "hero."

"..."

"Fine." Linsey nodded. He walked behind Hilude and pushed her wheelchair toward the Hero Altar. "Then let's do it."

One minute later.

Linsey walked down the stone steps, and the Hero Altar activated once more.

The forest's life force began gathering around the writer girl.

As it added a Hero Panel to her, this power also began repairing the damage to her origin essence, just