Chi-Hyun pondered for a while. Chi-Woo could swear that he had never seen his brother look so conflicted in his whole life. Chi-Hyun had his hands clasped together with a pensive look on his face. Then he picked up his pen and scribbled something before turning on his device and tapping it a few times. Staring blankly in the air, he even let out a soft groan and finally said, “…Do you really have to go?”

Despite the reluctant tone, his brother must find his reasoning logical and reasonable. Chi-Woo’s evaluation of Zelit greatly soared—he was able to get recognition from his brother, the legend of all people. Moreover, no matter how stubborn Chi-Hyun was, he could not deny an obvious fact; one plus one was two, not one or three.

“I understand what you’re saying, but I can’t help being worried. It’s the enemy’s camp after all,” Chi-Hyun said.

“Don’t worry too much. Even though I have to go a little further into their territory, it’ll still be near the border.”

“That blasted Mamiya. I can’t believe they gave such an oracle no matter how bad the current situation is. I guess the god’s adventurous personality is the same as ever.” Chi-Hyun clicked his tongue and sighed. “Have you decided who to bring?”

His brother had essentially given him implicit permission to carry out this plan by moving on to the next topic. Chi-Woo felt assured somewhat that this was the direction his brother wanted him to grow in and why his brother gave him this assignment.

“The leader is a buhguhbu called Dalgil....