The secret to the growth of the Sword Saint—it was precious.

“Excuse me, Kraugel. Do you know who the owner of this field is?”

The yangbans became very interested in agriculture and asked politely. It was a great development when looking back at their unique way of speaking, where their sense of ‘being the chosen people’ was expressed in every word.

‘I was told there was a possibility that the yangbans could become part of the Overgeared World...’

The details of Grid’s newly written Yellow Dragon myth were also passed onto Kraugel, so he treated the yangbans who crossed the sea and arrived here neutrally without being vigilant.

“The owner is naturally Grid.”

“Gasp... Ah, um... I see... We asked a stupid question...”

“If you want to meet the person in charge, go to the man who is eating rainbow colored potatoes.”

“......?”

...Rainbow colored potatoes? Was he unable to forget the love and hate of the past and treating them as hillbillies? 

Some yangbans who had been admiring the high walls of Reinhardt frowned, but a woman who appeared to be their representative bowed. 

“Thank you. If we can have good experiences from today onwards, it will be due to your help.”

“It is thanks to Grid who decided to accept you.”

Kraugel...