First, it was Fina, the swordswoman who promised to stand by my side. She looked at me with pity as she said, “You’re too gentle, Riol. Leon needs someone fierce.” I watched her laugh with him that night.
I turned my back.
I was never the Chosen One. I was the shadow that followed the light—Riol, the healer, the support mage, the friend who held the hero’s bag. The world called him Leon, the Brave. And Leon took everything. First, it was Fina, the swordswoman who promised
Leon expected me to quit. The girls expected me to cry and vanish into some village. The world expected the healer to fade away. I turned my back
The Demon Lord laughed. “Is this the best your world has? A broken hero and his weeping harem?” The world called him Leon, the Brave
I didn’t save them. I didn’t heal them. I fought alone.