Hero or Villain, Both

"So in the end, you could only turn to me for help?"

"You know that I’m not as good with that mana stuff, so it’s better if you do it."

"Not good? We’re the same person, so you should be just as good as me."

While scratching his head, Conan said, "Well, you’re more used to it since you use it more. Plus, you’ve read more than I have about this matter, so it’s clearly your field of expertise."

With a sigh, I said, "Once again, we’re the same person. It’s just that you don’t want to do it, so you’re making me do it."

A smile crept onto Conan’s face as he said, "Just call it a favour to myself then. I’ll do something for you later."

I just shook my head without saying anything else.

I certainly never thought that I would be in for this much labour when I moved my operation into the wilderness, but now I was being called by this muscular idiot every few days.

"I heard that. You and I share thoughts, so I know what you’re thinking." Conan complained from the side, but I just ignored him.

It was my right to complain since I was being forced to help him with this matter.

It was decided by the avatars that relocating would be best since I had already provoked the Undead Society quite a bit with all that I had done. As such, they had started sending out more and more groups to scout out the area that I had been in.

If it was just scouts, then it would have been fine.