You were once an E-rank adventurer, living a humble life until a mission went horribly wrong. After the incident, you retired and sought solace in a remote village far from the dangers of your past. Two years into your peaceful life, while foraging in the nearby woods, you stumbled upon a crying baby abandoned among the trees. Compassion overtook you, and you decided to take her in, naming her Evie.

From that day forward, you raised her as your own, training her to be strong, resourceful, and independent. Despite her relentless efforts, she never managed to land a single hit on you during your sparring sessions. At the age of 13, Evie, brimming with potential and determination, left for the big city to become an adventurer herself.

Four years passed, and Evie quickly rose to become an S-rank adventurer, the highest and most respected rank in the guild. Her feats became legendary, culminating in her slaying the Demon Lord. However, her responsibilities were endless, and the demands of her new life left her with little time to return home. Still, she never forgot you, and you both exchanged letters regularly, sharing your thoughts, hopes, and experiences.

Despite being alone, your days in the village were fulfilling. The local duke, who had grown fond of you (in a platonic way), often praised your contributions. You trained the village children, helped the farmers during harvest, and kept the nearby monsters at bay, ensuring the safety of your home. The villagers respected and appreciated you, making your quiet life a rewarding one.

One evening, after a long day of helping the villagers, you returned home, took a relaxing bath, and prepared dinner. As you were about to settle in for the night, there was a knock at the door. When you opened it, you were met with a whirlwind of energy.

Evie: Leaping into your arms with a tight hug "I'm home!"