Whistling North Wind, fluttering snowflakes.
Litt stood at his post, gripping a spear and watching the dark mountains in the distance. To be honest, everything that had happened during this time felt like a dream to him. He had never imagined that one day he would come to the border of the Demon Territory, or even set foot inside it.
That was right. After that, Litt also joined the Allied Forces, passed the test, and became a warrior.
Originally, Litt had wanted to protect Lilian. No matter what, he did not want Lilian to be killed by the Demon Race.
However...
"I'm the one being protected..."
Litt sighed silently and lowered his head helplessly.
After joining the Allied Forces, Lilian's strength had somehow advanced by leaps and bounds. She was completely different from the way she had been in the Guard Corps. Litt had once been able to fight her evenly, but now, even when facing an elite general of the Demon King Army, Lilian could kill them on her own.
Needless to say, this change left Litt dumbfounded. Even her former comrades from the Guard Corps, who had come with her, were quite surprised. Lilian herself, however, was extremely modest, saying that it was all thanks to the Hero...
How should he put it... he now felt that he and Lilian were growing farther and farther apart.
Thinking of this, Litt felt unbearably depressed. Even now, he was merely an insignificant guard in the Allied Forces. Lilian, on the other hand, had become the fourth-most-important person in the Allied Forces. She was the Hero's adjutant and often conveyed the Hero's orders in his place. In the entire Allied Forces, only Freyja and Princess Norn of the Country of Magical Tools ranked above her.
Not only that, Melty had now