Chapter 63: And so the hero did some hero-ing or whatever...
As usual, Heraz came before I went to bed, scooting outside the balcony door like some abandoned puppy as I came out of the bathroom.
"You can just let yourself inside next time," I told him while opening the balcony door.
Honestly, I’d rather have him inside beneath the light than see his hooded figure outside the window like some horror show.
"I wouldn’t dare," he said, coming inside while lowering his body.
Well, that was definitely in his character, with how he didn’t even raise his head when he talk to me. So I just sighed and sat in front of the fireplace while he relayed his report.
"Forgive me for taking too long," he started with an apology.
Of course, I had no idea how fast information gathering should be. In the first place, I had never given him any deadline. "You must have your reason," I feigned understanding and just replied with whatever.
"Yes. I need a few days to observe the church where you came from, Young Master,"
Oh? If he needed a few days, then it meant the church was still intact right? Were the bandits razing the place didn’t happen this time around?
"Does it have something to do with the hero?"
"Yes,"