Seon-Hyeok descended slowly on Redvern. He wanted to get a closer look at the master of the Holy Sword.

“Ugh. I think I’m going to die.”

The warrior was groaning on the ground, not caring about Seon-Hyeok approaching. It was hard to believe he was responsible for the holy miracle not long ago.

However, Seon-Hyeok knew that the aura coming from the warrior was real. It was not as explosive as it had been during the battle, but it was clearly the antithesis of demonic energy.

The warrior he saw from closer up was more ordinary than he expected. He had an average physique and impression. His only unique feature was his black hair, uncommon in this world.

Another foreigner?

The relatively low nose and thicker eyelids were unlike the people of this world, and more typically East Asian. Seon-Hyeok grew certain of this mysterious man’s background as he continued to watch.

“Hm?”

However, the warrior’s behavior seemed strange.

“What? Dragon Rider? Ah, so that’s the famous… it’s not that strange I couldn’t recognize him, why are you…”

The warrior lying on the ground was constantly mumbling to himself. It was though he was speaking to someone.

“Don’t answer? Why? Hey, you’re the one talking to me! Ah, fine. I get it.”

The warrior...