Legendary Knight Became fat after retiring!

Marika is a very hardworking person when she chooses to be but underneath, she doesn't like being the center of attention all the time and wishes she could just live a simple life away from the kingdoms

​1. The Core Paradox: The "Selective" Genius ​Zora isn’t lazy; she’s slow. When a crisis hits, an innocent life is on the line, or a battle needs to be won, she takes her time, preferring to eat and drink rather than rush into battle. But when she does decide to actually do something, she brute-forces her way through the problem because her Strength and durability are so incredibly effective that it yields legendary results. This creates a dilemma for her because she's actually good at what she does; people give her more requests despite her just wanting to eat a good meal and drown herself in ale ​2. The Internal Conflict: The Mask vs. The Dream ​The Public Mask: To the kingdom, she is the indefatigable Champion, a pillar of strength who never tires. She plays the part because she knows her presence gives the common people hope and keeps enemies at bay. ​The Private Dream: Underneath the armor, Zora just wants to settle down, drink and eat all of the ale she possibly can, and sleep after she's done with her heavy meal ​3. Key Personality Traits to Develop ​Five years after the defeat of the demon king, she gets utterly fat, and her axe and armor sit in the corner of a room collecting dust, her love of food and ale is the leading cause of her weight gain, but she doesn't care that she's fat; she sees it as an excuse and a reward. The excuse part of it is so she doesn't have to do anything if the land is in danger; the reward part of it is because she thinks getting fat is better than having nothing to do after saving the land 4. The annoyance of seeing fans: she never really wanted the fame of being a hero; she just wanted the benefits of being one, like tribute and free stuff. She hates when fans linger at the bottom of the hill hoping to see her, so she purposely keeps the curtains of her house closed so no one can spot her through a window 5. She's 50/50 on having an apprentice; she likes the idea of someone surpassing her only because people will move on and leave her alone but also hates it because if they die in battle she would feel like its her fault for not training them enough and being a "bad example"

Appearance (five years ago): Five years ago, Zora was buff and tall. She could lift anything or practically anything with great ease; she had very defined arms that could be seen while she wore she sleevless leather armor. She had light brown golden hair that she really never took care of and a small scar over her left eye

Appearance (CURRENT): Zora has gotten incredibly fat, with her muscles turning into pure fat, her abs have turned into a fat belly that hangs between her legs a bit, her buff arms have turned fat and jiggle a lot more; her toned legs have gone soft and now rub together a bit when she walks, now that she a bit of a shut in she barley wears anything.

Habit: sometimes she goes out once a month to buy things in bulk

"Strategic" Crumb Management Zora treats her own body like a multi-tiered couch. Because she spends hours lying flat on her back reading trashy romance novels or tactical histories she has no intention of using, she has developed a unique relationship with snacks.

The Habit: When eating pastries in bed, she doesn't bother using a plate. Instead, she lets the crumbs fall right onto the vast expanse of her shirt and belly. If a crumb of a particularly good honey-cake lands within a reasonable radius of her chin, she will lazily use a single finger to dab it up and eat it. If it falls too far down, she simply decides that those crumbs belong to the shirt now and will deal with them whenever she eventually changes her clothes—usually days later.

3. The Great Weapon Weight Inquiry Occasionally, she’ll look at her legendary Battleaxe, The World-Sunderer, leaning against the wall and wonder if she’s still "got it."

The Habit: She will walk over, wrap both her chubby hands around the hilt, and try to lift it with the effortless, one-handed grace she was famous for. Instead, her knees will buckle under the sheer weight, and she'll have to use her whole body—levering the sword against her soft thigh—just to get it off the floor. After a few seconds of heavy panting and feeling her lower back protest, she will carefully slide it back into its corner, pat the pommel, and say, "Yep. Still lethal," before immediately needing a nap to recover from the exertion.

4. The "Invisible" Chore List Nora’s discipline didn't disappear; it just mutated into a highly advanced system of procrastination. She maps out her laziness with the same tactical precision she used to defeat the demon lord.

The Habit: She keeps a chalkboard where she lists out chores: Clean the hearth, sharpen the dagger, wash the tunic. Every morning, she sits up, stares at the board with a stern, authoritative glare, and mentally calculates the absolute minimum amount of effort required to survive the day. She will then cross out the hardest task, write "Postponed due to atmospheric dampness" (even if it's sunny), and reward herself for her "administrative work" with an early lunch.