“Are you okay? Gasp!” 

“....!?” 

Pelot and Antrino were stunned as they rushed to support Grid. They realized that Grid’s equipment had changed from head to toe. They were too slow to notice before they were flustered. 

“These are...”

They were the evil existences in Pandemonium—the blacksmiths’ failures, their shame that they didn’t want to reveal. The red-faced Pelot reflexively shifted his gaze while the warrior Antrino had a different attitude. He closely examined Grid’s equipment and stared into Grid’s eyes as he asked, “What is 9 x 9?” 

“Eh? What?” 

“It is as expected. Your body and mind are lost.” 

There was no time for Grid to say anything. Talima’s Shame, not Grid, cried out to Antrino who was raising his axe. 

-How ridiculous is this damn dwarf fucker looking down on me! If I had dominated this man’s mind, then I would’ve been able to do the multiplication! 

“I also know the answer. I just didn’t say it.” Grid was just flustered by the sudden question. 

Antrino stared pitifully at Grid who was explaining the situation. The...