In recent months, he had not seen him at all.
This is the hero's fate.
But...
Despite this country seeming to have all kinds of faults, and although it belongs to the Nobles rather than the Commoners, it is ultimately where they nurtured their growth.
How could he bear to one day see this Earth turned into purgatory beneath the slaughter of invaders from another world, burnt to a sea of flames?
Even if not for others, just for himself, he still had to step forward, compelled by duty, to dissolve any potential crisis into nothingness.
The greater the ability, the greater the power, the greater the responsibility.
Even though he had no power, he was still willing to use his ability to support a piece of sky for the Blue Star Race.
"Three months!"
