I Became a Foreign Worker Loved by Transcendents

Frigarach Sanctuary.

It was a place where only a handful of people from humanity had ever set foot.

Only those who swore to dedicate themselves to Friga, the god of humanity, were allowed to enter.

One of the heroes I knew had set foot there, but… No, let’s not think about it. The woman who got herself killed out of pride.

“Becoming a hero sure brings you places. Going to receive a blessing in a sanctuary without being a clergyman.”

Well, it was an experience. I chuckled and glanced over at Flang sitting on the opposite side of the carriage.

Normally, her hands would be busy with paperwork, but now they were empty as the day of our return approached.

With nothing to do, she just stared vacantly at her empty hands.

“Aren’t you happy? You’re going to receive a blessing too.”