Beside the wheat field fence, Miss Afni gazed from afar at the figure standing next to the pod connected to the iron airship, a soft smile unconsciously spreading across her face.
Legend had it that in the distant River Valley Province, there was a great hero who, with a group of survivors as brave as himself, had defeated wild beasts many times their number.
Honestly, he did not look as towering and fierce as he did in the paintings—his face was not heavily bearded either, but he felt much more dependable than the gorilla depicted there. Especially with the warm smile that often adorned his handsome, resolute face, which could make even the early winter of November feel like a breath of spring.
Just like now...
At first, she didn't quite understand what sort of feelings these were, not until this moment, when she suddenly realized something—
