Yuusha-chan | No Bouken Wa Owatteshimatta! 3 'link'

The adventure was supposed to end with a feast, a statue, and perhaps a quiet farm. Instead, Yuusha-chan was mediating a dispute between a retired lich (who wanted to unionize the skeleton workforce) and the local farmers (who were tired of their scarecrows moonwalking at midnight).

“Dear Heroine Yuusha-chan,

She unfolded the parchment, already feeling a headache form. yuusha-chan no bouken wa owatteshimatta! 3

And now, a letter had arrived. Sealed with black wax. Marked with the unmistakable crest of the Demon Lord’s former citadel.

Three months had passed since she and her party defeated the Demon Lord. Her companions had scattered: the priest opened a cat café, the warrior became a fitness influencer, and the mage... well, the mage was currently serving a six-month sentence for accidentally turning the royal treasury into sentient jelly. The adventure was supposed to end with a

Yuusha-chan herself had been “generously” appointed as the Royal Troubleshooter for Post-Adventurer Integration. A fancy title for what amounted to a supernatural complaint department.

The adventure was over. But the paperwork? The paperwork had just begun. And now, a letter had arrived

“Tell the goblins they can have the recycling bin,” she sighed, grabbing her sword—now mostly used for opening stubborn pickle jars. “I have to go fire a slime and un-haunt a breakroom.”