Leaving the capital behind proved to be an unsuccessful endeavour.
Some ignorant knight who was pacifying the citizens found me and shouted over the crowd, 'Hah!? Hero!'
That knight must have been going through a hard time because of the raging citizens, it surely was quite palliating to see a hero coming to the rescue.
So he must have believed that I would help out somehow, if I was quite the hero. Maybe he was thinking of pushing the citizens who were running rampant at me, and then resting in peace.
But what about it?
No matter how low in the popularity list I am, a hero is a hero.
How can a knight beat me when it comes to attention grabbing charisma? Thanks to him, I was on the other end of receiving stinging glares from the citizens and was semi-forced to be dragged to the royal palace.
'You bastard. I memorized your face.'
Next time we meet, it would be a clear face-to-face talk between you and me.
Knock, knock!
As I was grumbling inside, I heard a knock.
