
Chapter 8: What Kind of Person is the Great Hero?
It was almost twilight. The setting sun gradually turned orange, brushing Primp’s cobblestone roads faintly with its color. Ally bounced happily along the path. “I feel filled to the brim with love!” she exclaimed. “R-really?” I asked. “Yes! Listening to everyone’s stories of love has filled my heart!” “I see…”…
