The Legendary Heroine is actually a Pervert when Level Drained?! - Things Unseen by the Hero's Eyes

As Liliana Solana Voss traveled northeast along the Parcel Highway, the landscape around her gradually transformed. The neatly arranged stone pavement gave way to packed earth. The trees lining the roadside grew taller, narrowing the sky. By the time the white castle walls of the royal capital Felizando disappeared from view—Liliana Solana Voss glanced back once, then immediately faced forward again. The memory of yesterday's journey still lingered in the soles of her feet. She'd walked half a day on a single piece of bread, and the outskirts of Goran Village came into view before dusk. A small settlement of roughly eight hundred people, clinging to the edge of the Myles Great Forest. About sixty kilometers northeast of Felizando. The road beyond the Parcel Highway was too narrow for carriages. The first thing that caught her eye was a field. Or rather, the remnants of what had been a field. The soil had been torn up. Trampled. Traces of planted seedlings remained scattered about, but they'd been ripped out roots and all—only the white root sections lay scattered across the ground. There was almost no green where there should have been a full expanse of it. The remains of wheat seedlings, likely planted in early spring, lay across the earth like broken branches. (…It's worse than I expected.) Liliana clicked her tongue inwardly. She didn't let it show on her face. There was no need to. The wooden walls of the livestock pen bore multiple deep scratches, as if raked by sharp claws. The wood fibers had split, edges curling upward. The door hinges hung loose, the door tilted at an angle with no one bothering to repair it. The absence of animal smell from inside meant there was nothing left in there. The villagers began to notice Liliana's presence. An elderly man working on field repairs stopped. A woman holding a child appeared in a doorway. A young man splitting firewood in the distance set his axe on his shoulder and stood still. Not a single person called out to her. They simply watched. Eyes that mingled worship with fear—the same eyes she'd seen in the capital, at roadside inns. Exactly halfway between the eyes that gazed upon a hero and those that gazed upon a wild beast. Then. A man with a cane emerged from the entrance of the assembly hall. Short hair streaked with white. Sharp green eyes that showed exhaustion, yet still held the light of will. His back was slightly bent, though not from age alone—his left shoulder bore a large raised mark visible even through his clothes. An old scar. The tissue had built up thick, likely affecting the shoulder joint itself. His face was stern and dignified. Deep shadows lay beneath his eyes, his cheeks hollow. The face of someone suffering from chronic, prolonged sleep deprivation, Liliana assessed in an instant. The man came before Liliana, tucked his cane under his arm, and freed both hands. Then he bowed deeply. 【Goran Village Chief: Ordo Peizen】 "Brave Heroine. Thank you so much for coming such a long distance. I am Ordo Peizen, the village chief." His voice trembled as he remained bowed. Polite, yet desperation seeped through. Liliana looked down at his bowed head for a second. "Raise your face. It's difficult to hear you this way." Ordo lifted his head. For just an instant, something complex flickered in his eyes. Reverence and—what was that deeper thing? Liliana had no interest in finding out. "Half a year ago, the number of goblins suddenly increased," Ordo began quietly. "At first they merely ravaged the fields, but eventually they began abducting livestock… and three villagers lost their lives." "Three people, you say." "Yes. They couldn't escape while working the fields… Since then, villagers haven't been able to venture outside alone. We've submitted over a dozen requests to the Pergant Adventurer's Mutual Aid Society—an organization based in Felizando that mediates adventurer requests—but no capable adventurers come for Rank E requests, which are considered low-risk." That made sense, Liliana thought. Rank E was the lowest classification, designed for single goblins. The average adventurer's annual income ranged from forty to two hundred gold coins. There was no reason for them to travel all the way from the capital to a remote village for a reward of mere copper or silver coins. The mutual aid society's brokerage fee was fifteen percent of the reward. Anyone could do the math. "We've lost more than half our livestock. At this rate, some villagers won't survive the winter." Ordo's voice wavered slightly. Emotion seeped through. Liliana observed this while already mentally organizing tomorrow's schedule in her mind. Confirm the cave's location, enter alone, exterminate all the goblins, return. Half a day's work. "I'll have it settled by tomorrow." "Eh…?" Ordo's eyes widened. "Simply tell me the cave's location tomorrow morning. As for tonight's lodging—" Ordo paused. He seemed to want to say something, but swallowed the words. He bowed deeply and gestured, "This way." --- The assembly hall was exactly as she'd imagined. Or rather, it was the assembly hall being used as temporary lodging. A corner of the broad hall where villagers normally gathered had been hastily prepared as sleeping quarters. Wooden benches had been pushed together, covered with cloth to serve as a bed, and a white piece of paper had been affixed to the backrest. "For the Brave Heroine" was written on it. …The characters were shaking. The brushstrokes trembled with tension. It wasn't particularly skilled calligraphy, but each character bore the marks of careful effort. Liliana could tell someone had written it with their whole heart. (…) Liliana stared at that paper for about three seconds. Then, without a word, she set down her luggage. At dinner time, villagers brought food to the hall. Simple vegetable soup, hard bread, dried meat stewed. Not the sort of cuisine served at Liliana's private residence in the capital. But she was hungry, and the taste wasn't bad. The villagers watched Liliana from a distance. Whispers drifted from beyond the wooden walls. —Do you think she'll really be okay? That young lady? —She came alone, didn't she? Without any guards? —But she's the Brave Heroine. She defeated the Demon Lord. —That's true, but… something about her feels scary. Hard to approach. Liliana listened to those voices while drinking her soup. It was the same in the capital. Worship of the hero actually created distance. The louder the praise, the more no one dared approach. A transparent wall formed wherever she went. This village was no different. Only Ordo, seated at some distance, seemed concerned with Liliana's condition. "Please rest well tonight. Tomorrow morning, I shall guide you to the cave's location." Liliana didn't respond. She set down her dishes haphazardly and moved to the prepared bed. It smelled of straw. A mattress stuffed with dried straw, no doubt. Incomparably harder than the beds in the capital, but she didn't mind. After half a day's walk on dried bread, she could sleep on stone. Before closing her eyes, Ordo's face suddenly came to mind. His eyes when he'd bowed, what lay in their depths. Reverence and—what was it? Some kind of unease about this young hero. Liliana pushed that thought from her head. There was no reason to be uneasy. Everything would be settled by tomorrow. --- She woke with the dawn. The area outside the assembly hall was still dim. Bird calls echoed from a distance. Liliana gathered her belongings, fastened the Holy Sword Calenvita at her waist, and stepped outside. 【Holy Sword Calenvita】 An ancient weapon that had long slumbered in the treasure vault of the Celesta Ecclesiastical Council—the religious organization that enshrined the Light Goddess Celesta, the largest religious institution on the continent. Liliana had used it when she defeated the Demon Lord Valzerion during the Final Demon War. Slender and appearing ornamental, but when held, it possessed a density unlike any other sword. Regarding its true abilities, even Ilmera von Weiss, the Celesta Council's highest priestess, had only said "various investigations are necessary" and offered no definitive answer. Ordo stood before the assembly hall, leaning on his cane, shoulders hunched against the cold. "You could rest a bit longer…" "Guide me." Ordo started to say something, then stopped. He began walking northward through the village, leaning on his cane. Liliana followed half a step behind. At the village's edge, Ordo pointed northward. The edge of the Myles Great Forest lay black in the morning mist. Primeval forest dense with ancient trees centuries old, inhabited by multiple monsters in its depths—orcs, forest wolves, goblins. A forest spanning approximately twelve thousand square kilometers across the continent's northeast. "About half a day's walk north into that forest lies Grauben Cave. It's a limestone cavern that was once a place where village children would play, but now no one dares approach it." A shadow passed through the old man's voice. The gap between the memory of children playing and the present reality. Liliana let it pass unheeded. "Understood. I'll return by evening." "Truly, alone… Are you certain you'll be alright?" Liliana didn't turn back. She began walking. (Is there any need to ask if I'll be alright?) Thinking this to herself, she headed toward the forest's entrance. Behind her, she heard Ordo murmur something. She couldn't make out the words, but there was no need to. --- The moment Liliana stepped into the Myles Great Forest, the quality of the air changed. Light grew dim. The canopy of giant trees covered the sky, letting sunlight fall in thin threads. The ground, soft with moss and fallen leaves, absorbed her footsteps. A unique air blended the scents of soil, leaf mold, and damp wood. Quiet, but not silent. The constant sense of something moving in the distance drifted through the air. Liliana's mana perception naturally expanded. Magic required converting mana—life energy transformed into magical power—from within the body. Approximately twelve percent of the population possessed magical aptitude, but only about three percent of those could actually use it at a practical level. There were five systems: attack, defense, recovery, support, and curse magic. Only S-rank practitioners could cast without incantation. Liliana occupied the very pinnacle. The cycle of sensing, analyzing, and casting moved as naturally as breathing. She advanced through the forest without stopping. About ten minutes in, the undergrowth ahead rustled. Three emerged. Height just over one meter. Gray-green skin, makeshift armor sewn from scraps of leather. In their hands, rusted short swords and spears that were merely sharpened wood. Eyes glowing yellow, growling from deep in their throats. Typical goblins—Rank E, the lowest classification, appropriate for the first job of newly registered adventurers. One charged. Liliana didn't draw Calenvita. She struck with the scabbard itself, a sweeping motion with her right hand. A dry crack. The goblin flew sideways, slamming into a tree trunk two meters away. It slid to the ground and stopped moving. The remaining two hesitated. In that moment, she struck again. The scabbard's tip caught the second goblin's jaw, lifting it, then a leg sweep sent it tumbling. Three goblins, eight seconds total. Liliana didn't break stride. She lightly brushed the dirt from her scabbard and continued forward. This was the reality of Rank E. In groups they threatened farmers, but to a trained warrior, they were hardly worth the effort. The only issue was their numbers. --- Grauben Cave's entrance lay deep in the forest, opening quietly into the world. White limestone rock face exposed, a horizontal crack roughly two meters high yawning open. Approximately four hundred meters in length, three-layered structure. An orthod

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