Zich looked behind him. There was a woman bowing low while heaving with her hands on her knees like she had hurriedly chased after him. The most notable part about the woman was her bright yellow hair. It was trimmed neatly and hung over the shoulders, wavering every time she took a breath. After recollecting her breath, she straightened her back and her black eyes shot towards Zich.

She was a hard-to-come-by beauty, and even the light freckles on her cheeks added to her charm.

“Did you call me?” Zich asked. She nodded eagerly.

“Y-Yes, I did! You are sir Zich, right? The one who saved Violuwin…!” She then fumbled through her bag and pulled out a rolled piece of paper. When she opened it up, there was a portrait of Zich’s face. Unlike the portraits of heroes that were on sale in the streets that contrasted the real faces of Zich’s companions, the portrait she was holding was remarkably accurate. Anyone would have been able to pick out Zich with just this painting.

“It was a really expensive item! Very hard to get too! I’m sure there isn’t another portrait that’s drawn as accurately as this one!” She smiled prettily and gleamed with excitement. Zich stared at the portrait.

‘It seems like someone who knows my face...