Chapter 46: Hero’s Dance
The Hero intensely stared at Jett.
His prowess cannot remain concealed—surely this was no novice’s victory. He must hail from distant lands or realms. What purpose draws him here? I feel compelled to enlist his talents for our cause.
Being a hero didn’t just mean slaying dragons; it meant undergoing rigorous training and education tailored to one’s talents and origins, instilling the truth that strength was the greatest deterrent. If someone like Jett joined the Rain Bead Dukedom, his influence would ripple across the continent—and nothing attracted attention quite like raw power.
Jett paused, his gaze lingering on the hero. She’s hot.
Her confident bearing announced her worth long before her features did: midnight-black hair cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face set with unwavering resolve and clear blue eyes that seemed to pierce through the swamp’s haze. Though she lacked the exotic allure of Mia or Noctlisa, the polished leather armor—reinforced at the vital points with shimmering blue steel—only underscored the strength and poise she exuded, prioritizing swift, decisive strikes over cumbersome protection.
"I’m from somewhere far off—you wouldn’t know it," Jett replied. "And as for my name—"
Just then, a shriek rang out from the side. Monsters lurking in the swamp froze and melted back into the muck. Men and women alike felt goosebumps crawl down their spines.
Did a banshee come here?!
It wasn’t a banshee. It was Mia. She tore across the battlefield, a towel clutched in her hands. When she reached Jett—drenched in water and blood, his white suit shredded—she wrapped the towel around his hair and began to rub him dry.