I Became the Tyrant of a Defense Game

At the cafeteria next to the central plaza.

Junior and Hecate, who had been watching the disbanding of the CFHMRC (Crossroad Female Heroes and Mercenaries Rights Committee), covered their mouths and chuckled as they sipped their wine.

As the noise from the plaza quieted down a bit, the two started chatting softly.

“Junior, you said you were going back home for now?”

“Yes. My siblings live in a seaside village to the east. I haven’t seen them in a long time, so I should at least show them that I’m still alive.”

Junior smiled.

“After that, I’ll head to the Imperial Capital… to attend officer training. If I want to work for the history foundation His Highness suggested, I need to have some basic qualifications.”

“You’ll do great, Junior.”

“What about you, Hecate?”