“The number of familiar presences seems to be growing. Squeak.” 

The Overgeared members were gathering in the East Continent. Grid felt it as well. It was why he continuously used Shunpo without giving himself any time to breathe. 

Was Bunhelier bothered because of the fact that the yeouiju might be taken away? Bunhelier urged Grid, “Yes, hurry up. King Sobyeol isn’t someone who can be handled without you.” 

Grid realized the identity of the strange sensation he had been feeling since before and asked a question, “Why are you constantly using a respectful term?” 

“Respectful term?” 

“Why do you keep calling him King Sobyeol?” 

It had been like this since they were in the Blue Dragon’s area. Every time Sobyeol was mentioned, Bunhelier would give him the title of king. It wasn’t like an arrogant Old Dragon. He even strangely emphasized it. It made Grid wonder if there was a relationship between the two of them. A twisted smile spread across the little mouse’s face.1

“Why is it respectful to call a god a king? The reason why Hanul gave his disciples the status of king wasn’t because he wanted them to be respected.” 

“...Ah?” 

“It is rare to find someone as naive as Yatan.” 

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The number of arrows that rained down every time the bowstring was released was so high that it was hard to guess the number. It wasn’t even read properly with Yeoam’s five...