She unfolded the parchment, already feeling a headache form.
“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.”
The adventure was over. But the paperwork? The paperwork had just begun.
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).
Yuusha-chan stared at the letter. Then at the toothbrush. Then at the guard.
The Heroine’s Retirement Blues: Electric Boogaloo
She unfolded the parchment, already feeling a headache form.
“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.”
The adventure was over. But the paperwork? The paperwork had just begun.
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).
Yuusha-chan stared at the letter. Then at the toothbrush. Then at the guard.
The Heroine’s Retirement Blues: Electric Boogaloo
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