Recently, there had been some rumors and whispers about the Ancient hero’s, some bad and crude ones.

Pure Vanilla Didn’t think very much of them. They were simply petty rumors.

He hadn’t know how many people were actually in these rumors.

He was walking around town, occasionally stopping to talk to some people, some children, just a few.

But it felt like the more Pure Vanilla walked, the more he noticed people whispering among themselves, giving glances to him, than back to whispering to each other.

Hm. Odd.