『Master.』 Nike, who had returned to Yeon-woo’s shadow like all of Yeon-woo’s other familiars, spoke up.

Now that he had almost assimilated into his flame attribute and had matured greatly, Nike had greatly matured. Its voice had become much firmer and more serious.

Wondering why this usually reticent being was suddenly speaking up like this now, Yeon-woo simply replied, ‘What?’

『Do you possess a moral conscience?』 

‘…’ Momentarily, Yeon-woo was at a loss for words.

『It’s nice to hear our Nike asking the right questions.』 Nemesis spoke up right after Nike. They seemed to find the conversation funny as they started chuckling out loud.

A deep crease formed on Yeon-woo’s forehead. He could not understand what was so funny. Although he knew they did not like their given names, Yeon-woo wondered why Nike and Nemesis disliked their names so much. Maybe they just had different tastes. With that thought, Yeon-woo decided not to pay any more attention to the two.

『…It’s just like our master not to listen to anyone else’s opinions.』 

Still hearing Nike’s snide comments, Yeon-woo turned to Nameless Mist. No, to be precise, Yeon-woo looked towards the fragments that made up the Nameless Mist.

Ack!

[A part of ‘Nameless Mist’ screams.]

Rumble!

[Part of ‘Nameless Mist’ screeches for Yeon-woo to hurry and end the process.]

Whoosh!

[Part of ‘Nameless...