“......”

Sword Saint Muller was deep in thought. He revisited the battle between Grid and the Specter and tried to understand Grid’s intentions. 

‘Why did he bother sparing the Specter?’ 

The Specter had lost her emotions. She had lived for too many years as an apostle of a God of the Beginning. It was natural for her to have a different point of view than humans, and it was possible that she would unintentionally threaten humanity again. 

‘In the first place, the Specter isn’t very weak compared to Grid.’ 

To be honest... 

The Specter was stronger than Grid. Even considering that the No Offspring Tomb was the realm of the Specter, didn’t Grid get help from many people, including himself? It was hard to guarantee that Grid could definitely control her if the Specter started to run wild. 

‘It is true that the Specter is pitiful, but... it would’ve been better to neatly get rid of her.’ 

The strongest Sword Saint in history stood with both eyes closed. The Overgeared members were hovering around him with serious expressions. They killed the sound of their breathing and footsteps and struck all types of poses. 

It was to capture themselves and Muller in a screenshot. It was the treatment of a male superstar. 

“......” 

Muller’s thick eyebrows twitc...