Occasionally, I can hear the dragon's roar coming from deep within the forest. The sound seems a bit faint, as if originating from another world, making me fantasize about what the homeland of the Chosen Ones might be like.
The manor is enormous, with flowers and greenery planted everywhere, and my new bedroom has expanded fourfold. The soft, large bed is big enough for me to roll around in all by myself.
Dad even specially asked Lord Alice to set up a magical barrier outside the manor. Since then... the visits from the Chosen Ones have decreased greatly.
Those who remain are not so much Chosen Ones drawn by fame as they are friends of my father.
Later, I came to understand that they were all companions who fought alongside Dad when he was a Chosen One.
Each time they visited, they brought an assortment of intriguing gifts, with beautiful flowers from other realms and various exotic delicacies.
