“That annoying old man,” Elspe grumbled as he returned to his store.

He didn’t like Jarapgu because he always tried to interfere with Elspe’s every work. Although Jarapgu claimed to be neutral, every store owner knew that Jarapgu was trying to put Elspe in check. Even during that last meeting, Jarapgu objected to Elspe’s idea because the store owners are just shadows created by this Dungeon, so it was impossible for them to ascend the throne.

“Bullshit. He just wants his puppet to take the throne and reign over the Dungeon.” Elspe clicked his tongue, thinking Jarapgu was acting out of greed.

It was better for the last population of <Muspelheim> to take the throne than a mere human with an uncertain background. Elspe was a direct descendant of Bestla and Surtr as well, so he firmly believed that the throne was his.

“You don’t look too good.” Someone appeared from behind Elspe.

Elspe narrowed his eyes. “Didn’t I tell you not to appear suddenly in a place like this?”

Standing behind Elspe was a Player with red hair and an unusually pale face. If it hadn’t been for his white cassock, people would have thought he was a vampire, Elspe’s kind.

Behind the Player’s white cassock, <Minerva’s Owl>, a symbol famous even on Earth, was drawn to indicate he was one of the Illuminati. However, there was one difference. The owl was black, not golden, signifying that he was a member of the Illuminati Judiciary Dicastery, the organization that kept law and order within the Illuminati. The four cross necklaces...