It was the morning after a week spent going through the Anfra Forest. Ikta sat next to the coffin where the elf was sleeping and stared at Hyeonu’s face. Ikta stared at Hyeonu for a long time before opening his mouth, “I want to ask you one thing.”

Hyeonu, who was cleaning up the dining area, wasn’t surprised by Ikta’s sudden words and calmly replied, “Ask me.”

“What is your relationship with the great tribe chief?”

Hyeonu shrugged and replied. “The great tribe chief? Who is the great tribe chief? I don’t know that orc.”

Putting aside Ikta in front of him, Hyeonu knew exactly three orcs. He had mentioned two of them to Ikta.

‘Don’t tell me? Raccoon is the great tribe chief?’

This didn’t mean he didn’t get a sense of it at all. The great tribe chief that Ikta was talking about—Hyeonu was able to figure it out. He knew only one orc chieftain, Raccoon.

“Who is the great tribe chief? The chief of the Meadow Wolf orcs, Raccoon—he is the great tribe chief of the orcs.” Ikta pointed it out clearly to Hyeonu. Raccoon really was the great tribe chief.

“I had no idea... I just thought he was a slightly strong orc.”

“He is more...