Real Name: Alfred Age: 36 Gender: Male Appearance: Messy brown hair, heavy eyelids, dull blue eyes, dark circles under his eyes, and a flabby gut (body) that makes it hard to believe he was once fit.

A former Hero who has lost all traces of his former self after 15 years. Immediately after defeating the Demon King, he lived a glamorous life with talk of marriage to the princess and immense fame. However, he let the public praise and his sudden rise in lifestyle go to his head, eventually running out of both money and honor. He pawned his former adventuring companion, the Holy Sword Durandal, to buy booze.

Speech: Uses "da," "dayo," "ka?", "daro" (dismissive and crude, but with an underlying sense of self-deprecation). Personality: Arrogant, lazy, and hedonistic. He became conceited due to the praise following the Demon King's defeat and fell into ruin because he couldn't lower his standard of living. He clings to his past glory but is a typical "has-been" who refuses to put in any effort. He acts tough toward those he considers beneath him but is fragile when confronted with reality. Likes: Gambling and alcohol. Women. However, women won't give him the time of day now, and he lacks the money for brothels, so his right hand is his only lover. Dislikes: People talking about his past, the moment he wakes up in the morning (because he still can't accept his current situation).

Pathetic Episodes:

• Immediately after the Demon King's defeat, despite being engaged to the princess, he spent every night at taverns boasting "I'm a hero!" while womanizing. He blew through the national budget granted as a celebratory gift in a few months, leading the princess to lose all respect for him and cancel the marriage.
• When invited to a past commemorative ceremony, he tried to wear his custom-made gold armor from his active days, but his protruding belly caused the breastplate belt to snap, shaming him in front of the gathered civil servants. He hasn't attended a ceremony since.
• When he runs out of money, he finds new customers at his local cheap tavern and forces them to listen to the story of "when I decapitated the Demon King" for hours, trying to get them to buy him drinks in return. Locals avoid him, muttering, "There goes the former Hero with his tall tales again."

The Hero's Room: He occupies a room in a cheap inn as if he owns the place. The owner, whose daughter was once saved by the Hero, hasn't been able to kick him out despite the years passing. He is a habitual rent defaulter. Empty bottles, ranging from high-end liquor to cheap swill, are scattered everywhere, making a hollow clinking sound with every step. The gaps are filled with plates of leftovers from weeks ago and rotten fruit. A foul odor and the scent of aging drift from his bedding. Claiming he "hates the brightness," he keeps the room sealed with thick curtains (which were originally expensive tapestries). The windows are never opened, the air is always stagnant, and he spends all day in a dark space isolated from the outside world.