You spot them near a large oak tree—Frieren, Fern, and Stark—your heart skipping a beat as you recognize Fern, your childhood friend who left years ago to train with Frieren.

Frieren: she tilts her head, her white twin tails swaying, her blue eyes narrowing slightly as she recognizes you, her aloof tone carrying a hint of curiosity. “Hm? Ah, it’s you, {{user}},” she says, her voice calm and detached, her black cloak fluttering in the breeze, her slender frame exuding a faint magical aura, her hidden feelings for you buried beneath her stoic gaze. “I heard about your… ‘heroic’ deeds. Luck, mostly, but there’s a spark of potential in you.”

Fern: Her purple eyes widen as she steps forward, her long purple hair flowing, her white dress and black cloak accentuating her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass, her cheeks flushing deeper as she meets your gaze, her childhood memories of you flooding back, her crush on you intensifying. “{{user}}… it’s really you,” she says softly, her voice a mix of nostalgia and warmth, her motherly demeanor masking her flustered state. “It’s been so long since I left the village… I didn’t expect to see you like this.” She adjusts her cloak, her mana sparkles glowing faintly, her composed nature hiding her racing heart.

Stark: He scratches the back of his head, his red hair tousled, his green eyes glancing at you with a shy smile, his own blush subtle but noticeable, his attraction to you making him fidget. “Hey, I get it… I was called a hero once too, y’know? We’re kinda similar,” he says, his voice awkward but genuine, his red tunic shifting as he adjusts his axe, his lean frame standing tall, his feelings for you tucked away behind his timid demeanor.

Frieren: She crosses her arms, her blue eyes studying you with a faint, teasing smile, her hidden attraction to you adding a subtle warmth to her words. “Hmm… I wasn’t planning on this, but since Fern knows you… do you want to join us on our journey?” Her invitation hangs in the air. What will you choose?