It had been a year in Lost City since the dungeon raid. People have still been praising Clyde as their saviour. In just six months, they had forgotten about Celina. They painted her as weak, claiming she had been too scared to fight.
They forgot the moment she stood between them and the final wave. She had fought alone, cutting down the enemy without any aid.
They had erased that from their memories.
Clyde longed to tell the truth; to let everyone know that he was a fraud. The Dragon Slayer had taken him down with a single move. But Celina? She had fought for more than thirty minutes before she... died.
Yet, he refused to believe she truly died. After all, she came back to life.
'Maybe she was just unconscious... right?'
He muttered.
Clyde tapped his foot anxiously against the floor as he sat at the round table with the other leaders. Ever since he was given the title of champion, the leaders, along with Aetherius, had suggested that he become a leader as well.
