January 15, 2043.
Viktor and the family were enjoying returning home. On the one hand they had a life as "foreign" demigods, coming to protect the world.
They were seen as hopeful and people were already starting to publish things about them. On the other hand they had a much more humble appearance.
They modified their face a little with a magic that Akiba created to avoid being identified. They rented a small house in the city where they lived before, where their apartment and guild headquarters were located.
There they pretended to be hunters with moderate success. It was the place they used to live quietly, without being asked many questions.
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The day had gone quietly, in the evening, they were in their small rented house, and Edsson visited Viktor, asking to talk.
"Edsson? "Viktor looked at him.
"Well, I wanted to ask you if it's okay for me to talk to some old friends. They're very reliable companions."