There was no word from the dispatched Under-Elf Rangers. Instead, someone else visited the Grand Labyrinth first.

“Milord.” Mimir, who had left the Grand Labyrinth not long ago, returned relatively soon, his expression looking as weary as ever.

“Did you leave something behind?” Kim Jin-Woo could clearly guess why Mimir had returned, but he pretended to be unaware.

Seeing his reaction, Mimir looked back at Kim Jin-Woo with a conflicted expression. After Twilight, he had barely managed to fill up the once-empty Eternal Treasury, but now that his master was feigning ignorance, the imp couldn’t help but find himself speechless.

Moreover, in return, the imp had been deprived of his comfortable home and driven out into the perilous Underworld. It was completely understandable that Mimir would feel upset at the turn of events.

Kim Jin-Woo couldn’t read the imp’s mind, but if he could, he could be certain that the imp was cursing him at that very moment.

“Urgh. It looks like the situation has gotten complicated. That’s why I’m here to entrust myself to Milord,” Mimir said. It seemed the situation was rather urgent. It was very rare for Mimir, who liked to beat about the bush, to be so straightforward.

“Situation? What situation?” Kim Jin-Woo asked...