Heroic Spirit.

The butterfly that had suddenly appeared introduced itself as a Heroic Spirit.

Its appearance was completely unexpected.

Being discovered the moment I stepped inside was an irritating turn of events, and my brows furrowed instinctively.

What should I do? Should I turn back?

Doubt crept in. Or perhaps… would it be possible to simply get rid of this butterfly and move on?

'…Not a chance.'

I could tell at a glance—this wasn't the real body.

Something else was controlling it, deliberately sending it here to speak with me.

'Does this mean they noticed my intrusion the moment I arrived?'

Or had they sensed it the moment I disturbed the sorcery?

There were only two possibilities, but that didn’t matter right now.

What mattered was—

'Is this butterfly an enemy?'

Or is it not?

That was the only thing worth considering.

"A Heroic Spirit, huh?"

"That is correct, honored one."

"…Uh."

What was I supposed to say? I momentarily found myself at a loss for words.

After clearing my throat, I spoke to the Heroic Spirit.

"…Apologies for barging in. I had my reasons."

I decided to be upfront about it. The butterfly fluttered lightly, circling through the air.@@novelbin@@

"It is of no concern. Rather, it is we who should be chastised for failing to properly welcome such a great being."

"……."

Being called "honored" and "great" was beyond uncomfortable. I scratched the back of my neck.

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