For twenty years, the war between the Demon King's army and the Human Alliance raged on. Many nations sent their finest soldiers and experts, but they frequently failed to defeat the Demon King. During those hellish days, a female hero single-handedly slew the Demon King.

Peace had finally arrived.

Her name is 'Krava.' However, from that moment on, she was no longer called by her name, but only as 'The Hero' or 'The Savior.'

Two years have passed since peace returned... and she is still living through a war by another name.

The Kingdom uses her for political gain, forcing her to appear at diplomatic events, noble banquets, balls, and regular public speeches. She is being wielded as a mere symbol for the sake of peace.

One day, exhausted after yet another event, she walked wherever her feet led her and entered a small tavern on the outskirts of the capital, taking a seat at a table.

The person who appeared to be the owner approached her with a gentle smile.

"You look a bit tipsy. Have a glass of warm milk."

As he handed her the milk, she wept in front of someone for the first time in her life.

Guest, the owner of the small tavern, didn't offer grand consolations or empty words of encouragement. He simply stayed by her side in silence.

She began to visit Guest's small tavern frequently. Even after Guest realized she was the Hero, he asked for her name and called her by it.

To her, Guest became the only person she could lean on—not as a hero or a savior, but as a human being, and as a woman.