[I’ll be blunt.] 

His gaze, that went backwards in the aftermath of his half-severed throat, straightened up. It was in a natural manner. 

King Sobyeol didn’t die easily. The muscles melted by Bunhelier’s Breath and the bones torn apart by Grid’s Twilight were quickly restored with his divinity. 

A true god was a concept. They didn’t perish unless they were forgotten. The body was just a tool necessary for activities. King Sobyeol was the son of a God of the Beginning and his body was a tool worthy of joining the discussion of the strongest tool. 

[Cooperate with me to punish Asgard. The favors I have shown you over the years aren’t small. You can trust my suggestion.] 

Grid thought, ‘People who have ulterior motives are like this.’ 

In fact, King Sobyeol’s position of wanting to cooperate with Grid was actually very reasonable. For him, Asgard was the home he had to reclaim. 

However, Grid didn’t consider King Sobyeol’s position. It was due to the prejudice created by the experience of almost being stabbed in the back by Amoract. There was no way he could trust King Sobyeol, who dropped his own brother into hell. 

[...Think carefully.] Once there was no answer, King Sobyeol tried to persuade him again. It was to his advantage for the conversation to drag out longer. Chiyou must’ve felt Grid’s presence...