Dragon-level Monster

Just as the man finished taking his photo, lowered his phone, and eagerly tried to see the girl's face, he discovered she was no longer there.

Others noticed too, and murmurs spread through the crowd.

"Hey! Was that beautiful girl a hero with the Hero Association? She's so strong! Why haven't I seen her on TV? I've made up my mind. From today on, I'm going to be her biggest fan."

"Please. Looking like that, you think you can call yourself the Snow Woman's biggest fan? She's mine!"

"You bastard! What did you say? The Snow Woman is mine!"

And so, because of one glimpse of Makomo from behind, the two men—one fat and one thin—began brawling.

Makomo and Hane walked through the crowd, listening to the chatter with increasingly strange expressions.

Makomo found this world bizarre. These people had only just survived a terrifying Monster attack.

Yet in the blink of an eye, the civilians who should have been shaken and grateful to be alive had turned all their attention to her and begun whispering among themselves.

She kept hearing people declare that they would be her fans and shower her with affection.

It left her at a loss. She could not understand how they had recovered so quickly from such a terrible disaster, much less why they were so interested in her.

Didn't they realize they had all been facing death just moments ago? Shouldn't they still be relieved, or at least shaken by what had happened? How did they have the leisure to focus on her instead?

Puzzled, Makomo looked at her master. Hane sensed her gaze and turned his head.

"What's wrong? Has becoming a great hero left my dear apprentice confused?"

"No, Master! Back when I was with the Demon Slayer Corps, people attacked by