Galliard glanced at the sky. The sun had set long ago, and the moon was rising. A yellow light flashed in his eyes and disappeared. The night was home to Dark Elves. Others might think it was cold, but to them, it was like being in the warm embrace of their mother. Galliard felt himself becoming more powerful.

The moon was brighter than normal, so it was the perfect moment to demonstrate something. To be fair, even if it were completely dark, it wouldn’t matter, but Galliard felt as though the moon were also cheering Yeon-woo on. “You said Jeong-woo told you I was his first teacher, right?”

“Yes, sir.”

“And the second is probably Brahm. Then, who’s the third?”

Yeon-woo just smiled faintly. 

Galliard tsked. “I see. He’s not someone you can talk about easily.” He shook his head as he looked at Yeon-woo. “You know, that was hard for me. And it was scary, as well. Being someone’s teacher…it’s like what the Martial King is to you.”

“You were someone like that to Jeong-woo.”

“That’s why it was hard. But he still thought of me like that, gosh.” Galliard looked like he was lost...