Damien's brow twitched slightly at the word, his expression unreadable as the faint murmurs around him grew louder.
At first, it was a single voice — someone shouting from the corner, excitement cutting through the fading smoke. But then, it spread like a spark through dry leaves.
"Yeah! He's the one who saved us!"
"The hero who cut down all those monsters!"
"If not for him, the whole village would've been wiped out!"
"Did you see the way he moved? Not even the guards could do that!"
Soon the entire crowd was murmuring his name, awe and disbelief tangled in their tones. The fear that had choked them moments ago was now replaced by frantic praise and gratitude.
'In the game,' he thought, 'this was where Stanley came into the picture.'
After the protagonist saved the village, the villagers had of course sang praises of his name, and cheered for him.
He was the one who had been labeled a "hero."
But this time…
