For three years, her life had been a cacophony: the screech of goblins, the roar of dragons, the hum of barrier magic, and the incessant ding-ding-ding of victory chimes that seemed to resonate in the very air of the world. But now, standing in the center of the Grand Plaza, the background music had stopped.
"That's sad," the girl said. "My mom says idle hands make for bad harvests." yuusha-chan no bouken wa owatteshimatta! 1
Hero-chan flinched, her hand instinctively darting to her hilt. An old man in a brown apron was glaring at her. He was sweeping dust off the cobblestones. For three years, her life had been a
"Are you a cosplayer?" the girl asked, tilting her head. For three years