Glen was stunned. It was only natural, considering the fact that the organization that had faithfully followed whatever he told them to do in every timeline was laughing at him now. Rage penetrated through his fear and shot up.

‘Another thing I have never experienced!’ How many unexpected events did he have to experience in this timeline before someone was satisfied?

‘It’s all because of Zich Moore!’ This situation where he was pathetically moping on his bed and why his loyal subordinates were betraying him was all because of Zich.

“Glen Zenard,” Ultel said. After always politely addressing Glen as ‘master,’ Glen’s name easily came out of his mouth. “I have something I must ask you.”

It was a one-sided notice without giving any option to rebuke. It was an arrogant way of relaying news without any consideration for the other party’s feelings and made the listener reluctant to comply. Expectedly, Glen was offended.

“How insolent! Aren’t you afraid of Bellu’s punishment?!” Glen yelled once more, but the response he got back this time was the same as before.

“Stop saying that utter nonsense. I knew you weren’t Bellu’s incarnation from the beginning.”

“What…!”

“Furthermore,...