Statue...?

-Father, are you seeing it?

I turned back to the call as I heard her voice from the phone.

“Yes, I saw it.”

-Take a closer look at the statue.

I got closer to the TV at her words. Then my eyes once again shook. This, don’t tell me...? The statue looked familiar. It was equipped with a white cotton tee, old trousers, and a rusty dagger. The face hadn’t been carved yet and the hair was unrestrained but it was definitely me.

-Is it right...?

I couldn’t answer her question. It was because a familiar face appeared on the next screen.

-I’ll take you to the village chief of Mulan, Chen. Hello.

-It is nice to meet you.

-Many people are curious about the statue. Can you explain?

...This guy. Why the hell would he do something like this?

-Hum, it is a statue of the hero who saved our Mulan.

-A hero? Can you tell me the details about how he saved Mulan?

-Okay. I will tell you. The first time I met him...

Chen’s story continued for a long time. Chen talked about the first time he met me to facing the goblins alone in the field. The good news was that he didn’t say my name. He also didn’t say what I looked like.

The reporter continued to relentlessly question him but Chen said it wasn’t...