So. Helena had been taken from her world (through magic? How did that exist?), then brought here to, what, defeat a king that had a bunch of monsters to fight for him? That’s at least what the pirate seemed to say. Helena wasn’t exactly sure what isekai was, but it seemed like some sort of anime. Anime wasn’t Helena’s favorite medium, but Dariel loved it, so maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
And apparently, these were the people she would be fighting with. A guy wrapped in bandages, a pirate complete with a golden hook-hand, a guy with wings (where did he come from?), an actual witch, and now a child. A frickin’ child. And of course Helena was there, a teenage Space-walker who had only fought some law enforcement before.
“What kind of heroes are these?” she demanded, lowering her knife. “I get you said this... summoning, or something, is inaccurate, but look at us.” She gestured to the rest of the group. “Maybe you don’t know this, but...” Helena sucked in a breath. She wasn’t used to telling people, especially strangers personal information. But if she was going to make a point, she had to divulge a little. “I’m fifteen years old. And the most heroic thing I’ve done is... well, beat up some law enforcement. For my own good, not anyone else’s.”
She sighed. “What I’m getting at is that I’m not what you call heroic. And based on what we have? I’d say the majority of the people we have here aren’t heroic, either.” Helena glanced down at the seven-year-old near her. “Especially not the kid.”
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