‘Let’s ignore that person.’

Perhaps it was because he had been imprisoned for a long time, but Dwarf Ke’s condition wasn’t good. His inconsistent attitude made others suspect he was suffering from dementia. If Grid were focused on conversing with Ke right now, his fantasies about the dwarf species would probably collapse. Even so, he was very interested in Ke’s remark which expressed the sword—the Sword Aiming at the Gods—as not the best masterpiece but one of the best, with those better than it being countable on 10 fingers. 

Then he handed a pair of shoes to Coke who was standing precariously on an iron plate. It was Braham’s Boots that had the Fly spell attached.

“Wear this.”

“T-This...!”

Braham’s Boots were a symbol of Grid. They were always present when Grid did a sword dance. Yet he was lending them to Coke?

‘Do you trust me that much?’ Coke’s eyes trembled.

Grid stared straight at him and spoke decisively, “You absolutely can’t die. If you die and drop these shoes, I will nag at you for the rest of my life.”

“...Yes! I will definitely survive!” Coke responded vigorously and acted in a tactful manner. He immediately put on the shoes and activated Fly, grabbing Resh and finding a safe place to land. “I will assist Grid. Resh, get the list of prisoners and find the dukes.”

...