As I walked through the bustling streets toward the inn, the evening air was tinged with the scent of roasted meat and the faint hum of distant music. My steps slowed when I caught fragments of a conversation.
"Did you really see her? I mean, that famous Green-Haired Demon?" one adventurer asked, his voice tinged with awe and disbelief.
The pair sat outside a shabby bar, their clothes worn and stained with dust and mud. Despite their rugged appearance, they lacked the hardened gaze of seasoned veterans. Newbies—likely drawn to the adventurer's life by dreams of glory or riches.
I halted just within earshot, curiosity getting the better of me. After all, they were talking about Rose. Her title wasn't just for show. Her raw physical strength was legendary, rumored to have felled a dragon with her bare hands.
