It wasn’t only Chi-Woo. The other expedition members, who were preparing to fight, were all confused.

“I said it’s fine for you to sit,” the king repeated. The expedition members glanced at Chi-Woo. The king had said he wanted to talk, but they couldn’t tell whether he was joking or being serious.

“Hmm. Are you going to keep standing like that? Then do as you please. You don’t have to show that much reverence already.” Mistaking their hesitation as reverence, the king laughed and continued, “It doesn’t mean much. I just wanted to know more about you all.” He softly smiled and shrugged. Then he slightly widened his eyes and spoke with a benevolent expression, “Don’t you have questions about me too? I’ll give you my permission, so fire away. Any question is fine.”

It didn’t seem like he was lying; he really seemed to want a sincere conversation. They could tell him to go fuck himself and immediately start fighting, but a hasty decision could lead to death. Chi-Woo decided to organize his thoughts. Their opponent was one of the beings who knew about the Hala Forest the best. In a way, this could be a good opportunity—an opportunity for them to gather accurate and detailed insider information that humanity and the Cassiubia League didn’t know at the moment, especially at a time like this when every piece of information could be useful.

Although according to Ismile, the being in front of them was the enemy they needed to be most wary of, it was also true that this problem wouldn’t be resolved even if they successfully...