“Are you sure it is okay?” 

This morning—following Biban, Grid fell unconscious. It was the aftermath of entering Biban’s mental world. The tower members were nervous when they saw the two men who hadn’t regained consciousness even as night fell. In the first place, was it possible to break into someone else’s mental world? 

“After Sir Biban, if something goes wrong with Grid... we have no choice but to hold you accountable.” 

The tower members respected Muller. However, they didn’t have a personal relationship or trust with Muller. Even considering Muller’s achievements and reputation, they had no choice but to become suspicious. 

Muller understood. 

“If I happen to cause trouble to Grid—” He nodded and spoke with a serious expression, “I will fall into hell immediately and cut off Baal’s head at least three times before dying.” 

I will die after slightly reducing the life of the master of hell, which is close to infinity... 

Even that paled in comparison to the achievements that Grid would accumulate in the future, but it was the best thing that Muller could do. 

The tower members frowned. “Are you threatening...