“They can’t read!”
Yuusha-chan stared at the letter. Then at the toothbrush. Then at the guard. yuusha-chan no bouken wa owatteshimatta! 3
The adventure was supposed to end with a feast, a statue, and perhaps a quiet farm. Instead, Yuusha-chan was mediating a dispute between a retired lich (who wanted to unionize the skeleton workforce) and the local farmers (who were tired of their scarecrows moonwalking at midnight). “They can’t read
“Dear Heroine Yuusha-chan,
I would challenge him to a duel, but my ghost hands can’t hold a sword. So, I am formally requesting your assistance. and perhaps a quiet farm. Instead
“Tell the goblins they can have the recycling bin,” she sighed, grabbing her sword—now mostly used for opening stubborn pickle jars. “I have to go fire a slime and un-haunt a breakroom.”