Grid had been convinced from the time that 100,000 Army Blockade Sword failed to cut Leraje’s mucus. He knew he couldn’t defeat Leraje in a normal way. If it wasn’t for God's Command’s triggering three times in a row, he wouldn’t have won this fight with overwhelmingly favorable conditions. 

“I was lucky,” Grid honestly admitted it. It was easy for a winner to be relaxed. Now that he had won, it wasn’t a loss to act humble. 

“Uh...!” 

Grid’s attitude made Leraje even more flustered. She denied defeat while stomping her feet, yet this person humbly said it was thanks to luck that he won. It was a complete defeat. As expected, the demons on the scene started mumbling again. The eyes that were filled with envy toward Leraje not long ago were now filled with distrust. Some of them even laughed at her. 

‘It’s ruined! Ruined!’ 

A surprising thing happened as Leraje increased the strength of her hands holding the armrest of the throne. The armrests were terribly broken, becoming dust and scattering. Grid’s face stiffened. 

‘Is this real?’ 

Grid was a mythical blacksmith. He could instantly see what the material of the red throne was...