For the past three days, carriages after carriages, each filled to the brim with war supplies, constantly arrived in Reinhardt. The constant procession of carriages spread rumors that ‘the identity of the wealthy person who swept through the exchange is actually Grid.’ 

Grid didn’t deny it. Well, it was good to be seen as having a lot of money.

 In fact, the effect of the rumors was great. The feet of the merchants who tried to rip off the Overgeared Kingdom were on fire. They used to act like masters every time they sat at the negotiating table. Now they fell flat like turtles. They didn’t expect him to buy iron ore for 200 gold to cover the supplies... this... it was just crazy. 

The merchants were afraid of Grid’s violent power. They felt madness. They desperately realized that no matter how hard they struggled, they could never be able to best Grid. They didn’t know how much Grid was trying to protect them. The truth would only be revealed after the great human and demon war. 

***

"Excuse me...?” 

At a smithy made by remodeling a whole palace... 

Lauel visited Grid and was speechless for a moment. The immortal lich, or the king of the dead, stood in front of the anvil while hammering. A dwarf, a noble race sacred to blacksmiths, was busy running around and helping with chores. It was an unbelievable sight. 

“You came?” 

The lich and dwarf helping Grid were Overgeared Skeleton...