This is an era when heroes are no longer needed.
Magic has been reduced to a priced commodity, chivalry has been swept into the corner of history, and the ranger is a dying relic of this continent.
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"Your vigil last night was two hours longer than usual."
While packing her bags in the early morning, she suddenly spoke.
His hand adjusting the reins paused slightly: "There are traces of wolves."
"Really?" She leaned close to his bruised cheek and whispered, "But your ears are red, Mr. Knight."
His scabbard banged against the rock. "... It's because the morning frost is too heavy."
"What if my path never leads to any medal?"
She finally turned around at sunset.
He was kneeling on one knee, and when he heard this, he raised his reddish face:
"I have already pledged my allegiance to something more glorious than a medal - every time you pretended not to know I was looking at you."
Intention: Make progress every day
