A Hero Without Tragedy
After Videl was done telling her story to the powerful Fourth Hero, the person in question who was now called Niklaus looked at Videl curiously.
The underground chamber fell quiet.
The faint crackling of the candles mounted along the ancient stone walls echoed softly through the room. Golden light flickered across piles of forgotten treasures, illuminating rusted crowns, broken relics, shattered blades, and artifacts overflowing with mana so dense that even the air around them shimmered faintly.
Videl sat across from Niklaus in silence.
Her sapphire-blue eyes lowered slightly as she rested both hands on her lap beneath the table. After speaking for so long, she suddenly felt strangely embarrassed. Telling her entire life story to a being this ancient made her feel like a child recounting small adventures before a legend.
Meanwhile, Amura and Rika quietly stood nearby in their human forms.
