The Fukaros Familia, starting from DanMachi.

Chapter 95 Ace’s Knee Pillow

"I know."

Fen Yu's gaze fell on the empty stone platform, and he slowly said, "Because the world yearns for a hero, yearns for the final hero who can save the world."

"Only the final hero who can save the world is qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with this strongest hero."

"yes,"

Lefia nodded, her eyes filled with admiration and longing. "Legend has it that only when the final hero appears and utterly defeats the black dragon will the guild erect a final statue for him here. Only then will this Hero's Bridge be truly complete."

After she finished speaking, she looked at Fenyu with some uncertainty and asked, "Fenyu, do you think—the Last Hero—really exists?"

This question seems to carry a hint of confusion and anticipation.

Upon hearing this, Fen Yu smiled.

He turned around, his gaze sweeping over Rafia and Ais, who was still staring at the Albert statue, and said firmly, "Each of us has the potential to become that final hero."

"Because someone has to step forward, defeat the black dragon, and save the world, and that person can be anyone."

In his view, a hero is never a specific person, nor is it a chosen destiny.

Anyone who has the courage to step forward and take the stage called "Saving the World" is a hero.

"The hymn of humanity is the hymn of courage, and courage is an essential condition for becoming a hero."

These words, like the resounding toll of a great bell, exploded in Ais's heart.

She snapped back to reality, and for the first time, her golden eyes, which had been searching for the past, looked away from Albert's statue and gazed at Fen Yu with an unprecedented, dazzling brilliance.

"courage----"

She murmured to herself, and the word seemed to possess some kind of magic, opening a tiny crack deep within her frozen heart.

All along, she had only longed for heroes, hoping that a hero like her father would appear, who could protect her and cut off her despair.

She never imagined that she could become a hero.

Fenyu continued, "The gods yearn for the birth of heroes, but is there truly only one hero? In ancient times, from the first hero to the last Albert, how many more than the thirty-one on this bridge were qualified to be called heroes? As long as one has hope, as long as one has the belief to save others, and as long as one can muster the courage to stand up at crucial moments, then everyone has the potential to become a hero."

These words stirred up ripples in the hearts of Ais and Lefia.

They can be heroes too—no, they definitely can.

Who among adventurers doesn't yearn to be a hero, doesn't aspire to be one?

It's not just about fame and fortune, but about realizing self-worth, about standing tall and protecting everything you cherish.

The emotions I felt on the Heroes' Bridge lingered for a long time.

Afterwards, the three left the stone bridge that carried a heavy history and came to the towering city wall.

Standing here, you can gaze out over the vast landscape beyond Orario, with verdant plains and endless forests stretching to the horizon.

The hustle and bustle of the festival was left behind, and a gentle breeze brushed against my cheeks, bringing a sense of coolness and tranquility.

Just as Fen Yu was enjoying the moment of peace while facing the wind, Ais beside him did something that he hadn't expected.

The blonde, golden-eyed girl gracefully knelt down on the hard stone floor beside the city wall, then gently patted her thighs, which were pressed together and encased in white knee-high stockings.

'

"?"

'

Both Fenyu and Leifia were stunned.

Ais raised her head, her pure golden eyes looking at Fenyu, and said in her usual calm and indifferent tone, "Lie down."

"Huh? Hu ...

The first to react was Lefia, who let out a scream that almost pierced the sky, her face instantly turning bright red. "Miss Ai-Ais, what are you doing?!"

"Knee pillow."

Ais's answer was concise and to the point.

Looking at the bewildered Lefia, she explained earnestly, "This is a thank-you gift. Lefia commissioned weapons for Fenyu and took us on a tour of Orario. This is your thank-you gift. And my thank-you gift is a lap pillow."

"Knee---knee pillow?!" Lefia felt like her head was about to explode.

"Hmm." Ais nodded slightly, and continued in her flat tone, saying the follow-up that almost drove Lefia crazy, "Because Riveria said that if you want to make a boy happy, a lap pillow is enough."

Lady Riveria—!! What exactly did you teach Miss Ais?!

Lefia let out a desperate wail in her heart. She almost wanted to rush back to the "Twilight Mansion" immediately, grab the elven royal's collar, and shake him desperately.

"This...this isn't a good idea..."

Looking into Ais's earnest golden eyes and feeling the piercing gaze from Lefia beside him, Fenyu felt both tempted and hesitant.

To be fair, Ais's beauty rivals that of any goddess. The lap pillow of such a stunningly beautiful girl would be fatally alluring to any normal man.

But at this moment, Lefia's eyes were indeed filled with a murderous aura that said, "If you dare to agree, I'll immediately use magic to blast you off the city wall."

In the end, after a split-second internal struggle, Fenyu decided to follow his heart.

He coughed lightly, ignoring Lefia's fiery glare, and readily accepted Ais's kindness.

He carefully lay down and rested his head on the girl's soft and supple legs.

In that instant, an indescribable sensation came from the back of my head.

Even through the thin fabric of the skirt, he could clearly feel its amazing softness and warmth.

That's not just the softness of accumulated fat; beneath that softness lies a quality forged through countless trials.

The muscular physique befitting a top adventurer.

These two contrasting tactile sensations blend together perfectly, creating an indescribable, reassuring sense of comfort.

A faint, refreshing fragrance, as if it were a mixture of sunshine and a gentle breeze, drifted into Ai Si's nostrils as her hair swayed.

He looked up at Ais from this unique angle.

The girl's perfect, doll-like face appeared even more exquisite against the backdrop of the sky, and her long golden hair, like molten gold, swayed gently in the wind.

Her expression remained calm, as if having a boy rest his head on her lap was the most normal thing in the world.