An elder with her hair twisted with a binyeo walked forward. [1]

"When the chief first appointed Youngest Master, who had learned a bunch of tricks, as the small chief, I honestly did not feel that you were very reliable. But looking at the current small chief now, I realize I was worried for no reason."

I looked at her, holding a spear, and asked, "Elder Hera, are you leading the other elders?"

She nodded, "Yes, to my shame. Sir Weger asked me."

It was well deserved. I couldn’t think of someone better to lead those unruly elders. No matter what anyone said, she was a woman who was considered a candidate for the next great elder. Looking at the faces of the elders surrounding me, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of awe. The elders all had incredible achievements, but the elders gathered here now seemed to stand out even more. Elder Phobos had captured a disaster-grade spirit alive, and used it as a source of water for the village. Elder Hecaton had wiped out the den of a human faced spider that wielded poison that could kill even a dragon. Elder Python had hunted the king of dragons with dozens of his own. Elder Metheus had fought the ruler of Olympus Forest deer and bent its horn. When discussing sagas, it was Elder Hera, who stood out. She was famous for killing the swamp ruler, who people...