Upon returning to her humble abode, Lila prepared for a lonely dinner.
As she roasted a griffin wing the size of a car, she went through her mental exercises for the night. Questions and doubts rang incessantly in her mind.
Why was she here, fighting so desperately? Wielding light-attributed mana, but not the
Despite being on the front lines, was she still hesitating on whether or not this was truly her?
Were her convictions wavering the moment she stood before an endless army of demonic beings?
For what purpose was she fighting?
What goal did she want to achieve?
Wasn't her wish to live a carefree and unbridled lifestyle, adventuring across the lands and bearing witness to the greatest sights of the world?
She and her party, Heaven's Grasp, hadn't even scratched off a portion of their plans.
And yet… here she was, nearly a continent away from her friends, fighting a battle she never dreamed she would ever fight in the position she was in now.
