A prince riding a white horse was a hero, and that generally led to a whole string of love stories.
If the one riding the white horse was a monk, you could listen to him chant scriptures. If you were bold enough, you could even trim his nails and perhaps receive some unexpected benefits.
But if it was an ugly Zoan muttering Orc words nobody understood, drooling as he swung a giant club, it was hard to see him as a hero. He seemed more like another monster.
That was why appearance was so important.
If nothing unexpected happened, this batch of mecha would be transferred to the Imperial Guard later. As the Imperial Guard, they needed more than combat power. They also needed presence.
"Heroes... Isn't it a little strange for us to say that? It feels kind of weird."
"Yeah. How about you become the hero, Brother Oran? We'll just support you. You invented all of this, and you came up with the plan too."
Bear and Ginny both seemed a little awkward about the word hero. Deep down, they had never imagined that one day they would be associated with such a term.
Ginny especially wanted Oran to enjoy the honor of being a hero himself. In a sense, Oran had experience with this sort of thing. He had done something similar once before, except back then he had been a masked hero, and hardly anyone even knew his name.
"You think too highly of the word hero. It isn't something as distant as you imagine. Of course, I'm not asking you to go around shouting that you're heroes. Not even stage plays are acted out like that.
"We just need to prove it through our actions and make others call us heroes from the bottom of