"He.. Hero..?"
She stared in disbelief.
Contrary to the expression, there was a hint of anticipation in her voice.
Expectations as to whether he was real than just a fragment of her desperate imagination.
Kieran looked at her face instead of answering.
Tears of blood flowed from her red, bloodshot eyes, and her skin was torn in several places. Her pure white robes were covered in dirty shoe marks.
"Portion."
Shedia hurriedly took out a potion from her small backpack and handed it to him. Crouching on his knees, he slowly applied it over Ophelia's wounds.
"Agh..!"
"It'll hurt, I know, just a little patience."
"Yeah…"
As he healed her with potions, someone among the murmuring citizens called out aloud.
"Are you the hero?"
He was a strong middle-aged man with a mustache.
Kieran did not stop applying the potion and answered.
"That's right."
The murmurs grew louder among the citizens.
