Chapter 4: FRIH - 4
The elder, noticing Ronan's sword, stared in disbelief. His mouth opened, but no words came out at first. He just kept looking at the sword, making Ronan uneasy.
"This..." the elder stammered, "This is..."
He stepped closer, bowing slightly. "Forgive me, but you are the Hero, aren't you? Why are you here? Are you looking for people to help you fight the Demon Lord?"
Before Ronan could answer, the elder quickly pulled Frieren close and told her to bow. She did, confused. The elder's sudden respect was surprising.
Frieren's heart pounded. The Hero? Him? She knew the stories, the legends of the Demon Lord, a terrifying creature born a thousand years ago. Demons were evil and destructive. The Demon Lord's name was whispered with fear; countless heroes had failed to defeat him.
They needed the Hero's Sword, a legendary blade said to defeat the Demon Lord. But no one had found it for centuries. The demons grew stronger each year, attacking villages. Elves like Frieren had fled their homes.
She'd heard the stories, she wanted to help, but she was too young, too weak. The Demon Lord seemed like a scary story, until now...
She looked at Ronan, trying to see the Hero. He looked ordinary. No special glow, no magical aura, just a man with a sword.