The Farther, The Clearer
As the wind brushes against our skins, the cold it brings us keeps us awake. It is not in the sense of preventing us from sleeping but reminding us that we are going on a dangerous journey that may cost us our lives.
For Millonia and me, this kind of journey is nothing but our daily dose of adrenaline. For Winerva, who has always seen the Hero as some sort of an undefeated existence, she can't help feeling depressed.
"I am going to die. This is the end of my life. Why? Just why? I could've lived safely being a maid in the Demon King's castle!"
All of us can hear her, but none of us scolds or reprimands her. She, after all, says something true.
'Yes, Winerva, you are right. If someone dies in this journey, you will be that person,' I remark inwardly.
Those who doubt themselves will lose confidence and those who lose confidence will lose the will to struggle. In this world, not struggling means you can never excel, which will lead you to your demise.