Girl Hero: Revenge on Goblins!
Chapter 147: D53. Birthday

Chapter 147: D53. Birthday

Time goes by day by day.

Coming to an ordinary moonlit night.

Hero leans on the windowsill, gazing at the cloudless night sky.

Twin Moons overlap, their frosted and hazy moonlight enters through the window, casting enchanting fluorescent reflections on her skin.

She wears nothing but a thin silk nightgown, treating the night’s chilly wind as if it were nothing.

The girl slightly lifts her head, watching the overlapping Twin Moons in the sky, within her gemstone-like Emerald Eye, a perplexed glimmer flickers.

Her hair, now long enough to fall past her shoulders, is like a swatch of night sky refusing to be dyed by the moonlight, her black tresses gently swaying in the evening breeze.

Similarly delicate are her fingers, gently fiddling with a Gold Coin.

This is one from the Traveling Expenses her mother left her.

The day of the winter solstice when the Twin Moons overlap.

It was on this day she cried out as she came from her mother’s body into this world.

Her birthday.

[Have her parents ever celebrated Hero’s birthday?]

1. During childhood, they did

2. Only once at a banquet

3. Never (neither for her nor her siblings)

4. Can’t remember Hero’s birthday

5. Celebrated only for the brother♛

6. Only gave some pocket money

7. Mother would buy her a cake

8. 1

9. 2

10. Critical Success/Extreme Failure

D10=d10(5)=5

→☆→☆→☆→✧←★←★←★←

Birthdays, celebrations.

Before she met her dear friend, these were somewhat foreign words to her.

She was not ignorant of such ceremonies.

But to celebrate one’s own birth was a reward only for the outstanding child, only for the excellent person.

After all, what is there to celebrate about the birth of someone incapable, mediocre, worthless?

Delicious cakes or extravagant gifts are all privileges reserved for her brother.

She too could have a large, sweet piece of cake, and celebrate the brother’s Growth with her parents.

That was enough.

If she grew up, wouldn’t her father and mother also celebrate for her with smiles like those?

So, Hero does not feel sad, yet occasionally she feels a sense of loss.

She was always not quite good enough.

For as long as she could remember, every birthday, every day and night filled with expectation, was no different than any other.

Completely unchanged.

Until before she met her dear friend.

"No, it’s definitely not like that."

"What incapable, mediocre, worthless, I won’t allow you to talk about yourself that way."

"You’re my best friend!"

It’s been, how long since she last talked to her?

It’s been, how long since she last thought of her like this?

Even though it was just another ordinary day,

No letters, no gifts, no celebration on her birthday.

Why does it feel so unbearable this time?

A few clear teardrops form at Hero’s eyes, like Brilliant diamonds, glittering under the moonlight.

She steps over to the desk, sets down the Gold Coin lightly, and opens the drawer.

Although this is her room, she only lived here for a short time during her childhood, and didn’t leave many personal belongings.

And in the empty drawer, only one thing lay there.

A somewhat old harmonica.

[Hero’s music level (Bubbles Princess +30)]

D100+30=d100(42)+30=72

As a child, she dared to step into her grandfather’s study only when her grandmother played the piano, sitting by her grandmother’s side while sneakily observing her solemn grandfather.

And only when her grandmother played music would her father’s face show a trace of Softness that was almost imperceptible.

At that time, her hands were too small to manage the piano keys that were far too wide for her.

So her grandmother gave her harmonica to her.

Even though it wasn’t given for her birthday, it was one of the few gifts she ever received from a relative.

But her father never allowed her to take the harmonica home.

Even though she received music education in her Noble etiquette classes, she seldom had a chance to play in the Viscount Mansion, as the sound would disturb others.

As her eyes turned azure, Pure Water condensed at Hero’s fingertips, and she dusted off the harmonica.

The girl returns to the window. Under the embrace of moonlight, she closes her eyes and gently brings the harmonica to her lips.

’Today is truly her birthday...’

And downstairs, the old man thinking this quietly steps up the stairs.

He too had never celebrated his granddaughter’s birthday, but he kept the date etched in his mind.

He always hoped to rectify his mistakes, yet some things are too deeply rooted to change.

Whether it was that father-son pair, or his daughter-in-law who shared their ideals.

Therefore, the old man chose to place his affections on his granddaughter; perhaps it was just a case of locking the stable door after the horse has bolted, but it was also sincere action from his heart.

’Hope she likes it.’

A hopeful smile appears on the grandfather’s usually stern face.

Then, the mellow sound of music drifts through, causing the grandfather to involuntarily halt his steps.

After a long pause, he continues to ascend.

In this moment, standing before Hero’s open door, watching the girl playing under the moon, the old man’s face showed a hint of bewilderment.

...Is this his granddaughter?

Indeed, Hero is a beauty in the making – after all, the grandfather himself was not a bad-looking man in his youth, and with his son’s ideas of eugenic parenting, the daughter-in-law chosen naturally was also a top-tier beauty.

Setting aside all else, as the daughter of those two, Hero indeed was a rare beauty when serene.

Although, she’s been training all day recently, getting dirty and sweaty; at night, even more so, she’s buried in strenuous study, with no time to care for her demeanor.