“As I’ve said, when the time comes, it will show itself in front of Milord,” Mimir insisted.

Kim Jin-Woo shot back, “I won’t waste my breath. Answer my question.” Mimir said nothing, veins bulging out of his temples, but Kim Jin-Woo wasn’t interested in the sort of answer he had given. He asked more directly, “Have I seen the Eternal Treasury before?”

Mimir stayed silent and refused to answer. Before the overwhelming presence of the Highlord, he looked as if his veins might pop at any moment, but he continued to persevere. However, that too didn’t last long. Eventually, blood streaked down from his nostrils, and he finally replied with a groan, “Urgh… Yes.”

“I see,” Kim Jin-Woo said simply.

Was the Highlord trying to end the conversation now? Mimir knew that wasn’t the case, but he still held on to that glimmer of hope.

“Then, is the Black Merchants’ stronghold the Eternal Treasury?” Kim Jin-Woo asked, practically making a mockery of Mimir’s expectations. It was almost as if he had been playing around with Mimir before suddenly striking his heart.

The imp was unable to answer, his eyes widening. However, he wasn’t able to contain his bewilderment, and his eyes darted around wildly.

“So I was right,”...