Yet, Glen’s expression didn’t falter. His mad, almost childish obsession with embodying the perfect hero forced him to appear unfazed even as he witnessed such a mind-boggling shock. He got up as he watched Lyla greet Zich like a newlywed wife welcoming her husband back from an overseas trip. 

“It’s been a while, Sir Zich.” Glen approached Zich and stretched out his hand. Lyla turned in his direction. Unlike when she was greeting Zich, there wasn’t a trace of a smile left on her face. Glen’s annoyance rose to another level at this, but there was nothing he could do about it.

“Yes, it’s been a while, Sir Zenard.” Zich lightly grabbed Glen’s hand and let go.

“I heard that you went to investigate the abnormality of the monsters’ movements. Have you made any progress?”

“Not at all.” Zich shook his head. “Since a significant number of nearby monsters had come down already, I couldn’t see as many as before. That was all I saw. I still don’t know about the cause of this abnormality.”

“Hm, what a pity.” Contrary to what he said, Glen was overjoyed to hear this news. If Zich had found out the cause of this current happening, his fame would only grow higher—and there was no way Glen would be pleased about that. News of Zich’s...