“That’s an amazing ritual, right?”

It was an unexpected question, but Renu proudly answered it. There was no reason for him to deny it. This ritual was their pride—the thing that would make the Iron Tribe great.

“Of course! My ancestors spent a great amount of time and effort creating this ritual! Why? Are you getting scared now? It’s too late. You will be ripped into shreds like I said and—!”

“Ah, I’ve heard enough,” Zich cut off Renu’s words. There was no need for him to hear Renu’s unachievable delusions at this rate. Zich also felt no reason to help cool down Renu’s reddened face. “I admit—it really is an amazing ritual.”

The tree of fire’s mana was truly immense. He could feel it by just standing in the room where the tree was. Thus, a ritual that could control such a tree was definitely extraordinary.

‘The Iron Tribe must have really used all their skills and abilities to create this ritual in secret.’ Considering that it was a ritual made from elves who specialized in magic and had incredibly long lives, it was no doubt a great ritual. “It’s not perfect, right?”

“…Are you planning...