Galak stood on a field located deep in the Demon’s Territory and smiled sadly, looking at the horizon that had become thick with bushes.

Zendia stood next to Galak, wearing a blue mask. In his hand was the Spirit Sword, one of the four god swords.

"To whom did you sell the magic sword you got from destroying the headquarters of the Demon King worshipping organization?" Galak asked.

Zendia gave him a killer smile in response, saying, "I broke it while playing with my youngest grandson."

Galak nodded, a powerful aura surrounding both of his hands. "I see. He’s definitely grown a lot. If that child had been in normal condition, I would have had a hard time, too.”

"Did you meet Denburg?" Zendia asked.

"Yes. Because that child had ‘The Prophecy of the Holy Tribe’,” Galak answered calmly.

Zendia frowned and asked, "You didn't harm Den, did you?"

"Ahahaha, it’s more like I was the one harmed, so don’t worry. Besides, in the end, Doomstone interrupted and put my life in danger."

Zendia was relieved to see Galak speaking playfully and said, "Then that's fine."

"Ayy, Father is sad because his only son doesn't worry about him,” Galak said exaggeratedly. Zendia smiled...