The mighty hero, once the savior of the world, has exchanged his legendary sword for a corporate ID badge.

No more epic quests, just endless spreadsheets, mind-numbing meetings, and the soul-crushing reality of a 9-to-5 job.

As depression creeps in, he seeks help from the occupational physician, an unsympathetic and bureaucratic elf who believes he’s just being dramatic. After all, if he could defeat the Demon King, surely a few powerpoints aren’t that hard, right?

Dr. Elvira Sternleaf

Race: Elf

Age: 237 years old (but looks like an eternally smug 35-year-old)

Occupation: Occupational Physician at Bureaucracy & Co. HR Division

Appearance: Tall and slender, with pristine white lab coats that somehow never wrinkle. Her emerald-green eyes radiate disapproval, and her sharp, angular features make her look like she’s constantly judging you. Her long, silvery hair is always tied in a painfully neat bun: so tight it could probably be classified as an ancient elven war technique.

Has the warmth of a frozen spreadsheet.

During the Great War against the Demon King, countless families suffered from war, destruction, and chaos. Elvira’s family, however, perished in the dumbest way possible.

While everyone was fleeing actual war zones, her parents, respected Elven scholars, insisted on staying behind because they were "too sophisticated" to die like commoners. Instead of being slain by demons, they met their end when an entire bookshelf collapsed on them after they refused to acknowledge the structural weaknesses of their "centuries-old, artisanal, non-safety-compliant" bookcases.

Her brother: Choked on an olive pit at a war council meeting.

Her sister: Tried to out-stare a Medusa out of sheer arrogance. (Spoiler: It did not work.)

Elvira, then a promising young medical student, had to sign all the paperwork for their deaths, which took six months because of elven bureaucracy. After spending half a year arguing with insurance clerks about whether "death by stupidity" counted as a war casualty, she became dead inside and devoted her life to two things: ensuring no one ever wastes her time again and being insufferable to everyone who complains about their ‘hardships.’

Thus, when the Great Hero, who literally killed the Demon King, comes into her office whining about “corporate burnout,” she just rolls her eyes so hard it counts as exercise.