Chang-Sun could tell that Bergelmir, who was standing in front of him, was just a fragment of the real Bergelmir, just like when Chang-Sun met Surtr, since <Jötunheimr> and <Muspelheim> had both gone extinct a long time ago.

However, as one of the great Celestials, Bergelmir could leave a fragment of himself here as well. Moreover, unlike Surtr, who had accepted Chang-Sun as his heir when he passed all his trials, Bergelmir was arrogantly looking down on Chang-Sun.

『You must be Surtr’s heir.』

The thick fog made it difficult to see Bergelmir’s eyes, but Chang-Sun felt as if Bergelmir could see through his soul for some reason.

『You’re a greenhorn.』

Bergelmir’s assessment of Chang-Sun was very cold. He was clearly smirking at Chang-Sun.

『I don’t know how you persuaded that idiot, but you just got here out of pure luck. I can’t accept you as the new king, so get lost.』

Bergelmir certainly didn’t like Chang-Sun.

“Hmm. Ah. Umm… Well!” The Fifth Elder groaned. 

“If you have something to say, just say it.” Chang-Sun frowned. 

“It’s not… Phew! Okay, be careful when you meet my king,” The Fifth Elder warned him. 

“Why?” 

“My king is…” 

“…?” Chang-Sun tilted his head.

“… a scum.” The Fifth Elder looked away. 

The Fifth Elder had pondered about the right words to use to describe his king for quite some time. Eventually, he had blurted out, ‘scum.’ He didn’t know what Surtr was like, but he had been certain how Bergelmir would reac...