Milia chewed slowly. Then she turned to the small boy beside her — the one she’d saved from a slime an hour ago. His hopeful eyes were already watering.
“Because joy doesn’t stop your kind from burning villages. This mark is a curse you gave us. So here’s my offer — step aside, or I’ll show you exactly how ‘unheroic’ I can be.” yuusha milia
“Your light is dying.”
She swallowed the bun. “Yeah. That’s me. Yuusha Milia. Let’s go kill a demon king or whatever.” General: “You bear the holy mark. Why do you fight without joy, Hero?” Milia chewed slowly
(She draws her cracked sword. It glows weakly, then flickers.) yuusha milia
“Th-the Hero’s radiance…” the oracle stammered. “It rests within her .”