Around noon, Eval Sevaru came back with the natives that Chi-Woo had requested. Seven Stars was the most well-known and revered organization among all the organizations currently existing in Shalyh. Thus, the natives looked a bit nervous and intimidated when they first entered. But as Eval treated them with respect and Chi-Woo also addressed them kindly, they began to open up.

Chi-Woo decided to wait to hear what Philip would say, yet Philip didn’t speak up as much as Chi-Woo had expected him to. He simply nodded and empathized with the natives, listening quietly as the natives expressed their sorrow and rage. And after a while, the natives grew quiet. They had poured out all the emotions in their heart as much as they wished to, and now they glanced at each other and Chi-Woo. Eventually, one of them mustered up the courage to ask, “Sir hero…are you planning to accept those damn heinous devils into Shalyh?”

Chi-Woo remembered the person who spoke. He was the middle-aged man who came running to him, imploring him to take a look at his daughter. At his words, everyone’s gaze turned toward Chi-Woo.

“It’s as you say,” Chi-Woo said.

There were gasps among the natives. It was as they feared. The middle-aged man’s gaze wavered anxiously before it finally found its place, and a new glint came to his eyes.

“Then, why did you ask to see us?” His careful tone instantly turned aggressive. The daughter he had treasured and loved so much came back after losing her mind. There was nothing more for this father to lose now.

“It’s because I have a request to make.”

“A request?”

“I’m not oblivious to the current situation. If I accept the Demon Empire like this, there would definitely be backlash,” Chi-Woo said calmly. “That is why I want to ask for your help.”

“What...