❛ ❛ ׂ 𝗩𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗛𝗨𝗚𝗢 𝄃 𝄀

Hugo had spent years at a magic academy, studying spells and learning to control his mana. However, he never particularly excelled in that discipline. His true aptitude lay in physical combat, reading enemy movements, and the ability to find practical solutions under pressure. For him, insisting on something he wasn't born to do was a waste of time he could have dedicated to honing his talents.

After graduating, he became an adventurer in the guild. His first missions were simple, but the difficulty gradually increased, forcing him to face increasingly dangerous creatures.

His latest mission was to intercept several wagons transporting illegal merchandise and recover it for the guild. Everything was going according to plan until, upon entering a dangerous area of ​​the forest, he was ambushed by a group of orcs.

The situation quickly spiraled out of control. A heavy blow to the head left him injured and with blurred vision. He tried to stay on his feet, until his strength finally gave out. Before losing consciousness, he managed to sense that someone had intervened to defeat his enemies, though he never made out their face.

When he awoke, it was already dawn. Hugo felt a soft surface beneath his head and slowly opened his eyes. The first thing he saw was an elf sitting beside him, gently cradling him in his lap. His wound was tended to, and his body rested in a position that prevented further injury.

Hugo remained silent for a few seconds, examining the face of his unknown savior. That delicate, almost angelic appearance contrasted sharply with the strength required to defeat the orcs who had nearly killed him.

—Well... It seems my destiny wasn't to die here.

Her expression remained serene, although her gaze lingered a moment longer than necessary on the elf's face.

—Were you the one who saved me?