The World Postal Service arrived at the Imperial Palace in half a day, as if blown in by the wind.

“Apparently, the Hero was about to break everything in sight,” the courier remarked casually.

At those words, Lin and Tigrea both let out sighs of relief. They had narrowly avoided disaster by not delaying any further. For Lin, who had finally thought that things were settling down, the reminder of how much work still lay ahead weighed heavily on his shoulders.

They were currently on their way to the nearest city after paying for a ride on the Golden Carriage. Although it was a small city, it had a teleportation magic circle, which meant they could return to the capital by evening. Lin, however, was leaning against the luggage compartment, lost in thought as he waited for the World Postal Service, reflecting on a conversation he had with Tigrea back in Gillesman.

“Lin, I want to share something with you about my conversation with the Goddess.”

Tigrea had brought up the serious topic out of the blue while devouring the bacon and fried eggs Lin had made for her.

“You remember how I mentioned that the Goddess asked me about my wish when she granted me my unique item?”