Prologue ――The Edenberts Hero Clan. ――Emilia, the 17th Hero of House Edenberts.
That was the name I received at birth, the title bestowed upon me, and at the same time, the fate and guiding star of my life—a burden I would carry from the moment I drew my first breath until the day it ceased forever.
It was the only path laid out for someone born into the hero clan Edenberts.
The duty I was naturally expected to shoulder as a child of that lineage.
My family had taken up the mantle of hero for generations. From the instant I was born, I was compelled to live as one, raised to become the prodigy—the hero—destined to vanquish the Demon King upon its inevitable revival.
Yet I never once harbored resentment toward that truth.
Never once grumbled about being born into the Edenberts line.
Not a single time in all my life.
The title of hero was my pride, the very essence of my existence. From the moment I was old enough as a child to grasp the difference between right and wrong... I had believed that with all my heart.
