'I believe in Asgard.’

Lee Jun-Kyeong regretted what he had said.

He had only said it because he had wanted to give Yeo Seong-Gu pressure so that he would deal with the matter at hand, but now that he thought about it, it had been cringe-worthy.

Moreover, believing in Asgard…it wasn’t something for him to say.

“...”

There were some people looking at Lee Jun-Kyeong, who seemed to be in self agony.

They were dark-skinned boys, barely men, and even with a glance, Lee Jun-Kyeong could tell that they were of a different race than he was.

They looked at Lee Jun-Kyeong and talked among themselves.

“Why is the Underdog in Egypt?”

“Did you hear something about this?”

“No, I don’t know anything.”

There had been a sudden flow of great mana, and sensing it, the Egyptian Association had sent out people to investigate, which had led them to meet Lee Jun-Kyeong at its epicenter.

It was the Underdog, who hadn’t gone through any proper immigration procedures. In fact, he didn’t even contact them in advance.

They had brought Lee Jun-Kyeong to the Association and were holding him there.

"Should I call for an interpreter for now?"

"Hmm."

They had expressions of concern, seemingly about the difficulty handling the situation, as they talked among each other while being unable to communicate with Lee Jun-Kyeong.

The Hunter they had...