“Is there another way to ascend to Asgard?” 

Light descended from heaven and small angels appeared blowing their trumpets. Golden clouds spread through the gaps in light to form a staircase. That was the road to Asgard. A path that opened only when the heavenly gods desired it. It was a passage available only to a few chosen beings who were born as gods. It was a symbol of the highest authority, or discrimination. 

“There is one more way.” 

Grid’s office—it looked very strange to be a space where an emperor ruling a great empire handled his affairs. The nib of the pen was dry without a trace of ink and not a single piece of paper could be found. 

‘It doesn’t change.’ 

The Great Robber of the Red Night had a hobby that had become a habit because he was too old. It was his hobby to infiltrate the king’s office every time a new king of every kingdom ascended to the throne. Since each king held at least one of the kingdom’s greatest treasures, it was fun to steal the treasure while also figuring out the king’s disposition and predicting the fate of the kingdom. 

Even the previous emperors of the Saharan Empire had their offices robbed by him. Of course, this meant that Grid’s office wasn’t safe either. The Great Robber of the Red Night had sneaked into Grid’s office twice...