Have You Even Forgotten Your Home?

The king entrusted a knight with a mission. Pure of heart, the knight drew a sword of peerless sharpness that could cut through anything.

The knight overcame one trial after another, won companions through sheer charisma, and finally defeated the Demon King.

That was the basic outline of the most classic adventure story imaginable.

Later generations, chasing novelty, came up with offbeat stories where the knight rebelled against the king and seized the throne, or joined the Demon King to attack humanity.

But even those stories were built on the original tale of the knight.

Compared with those gimmicks, Mo Bai still preferred the original—the most classic and widely told version.

There was something noble about the knight's heart.

In the end, he preferred heroes to those arrogant "protagonists."

"Yeah! Let's go, let's go! The protagonist's road trip across the land in search of lost frequencies is back!"

Early that morning, Aemeath stood before Mo Bai and the now-awake Rover, making her announcement with boundless energy.

Mo Bai and Rover exchanged a smile. Both looked a little helpless.

Whether it was years of loneliness or something else, Aemeath seemed to have grown used to keeping a smile on her face.

Smiling often was a good thing, but Rover sometimes worried that Aemeath was forcing herself to put on a cheerful front, as she had before.

"Aemeath."

"Hehe, I'm not pretending this time. I'm happy because I'll get to see the Tunneler defeat an enemy again soon."

Rover had barely spoken before Aemeath answered, as though she already knew what Rover was going to say.

Mo Bai, standing beside them, did not interrupt. He simply summoned the Fused Shikigami they used for travel again.

After traveling along a fairly smooth stretch, they caught sight of the giant sleeping in the