The swirling darkness gradually faded and then disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. At the same time, the endless howls of the Abyss King died down like they were washed away. Soon after, the Astral World, which had been devastated by the battle so far, began to fade; it wasn’t disappearing, but in the process of returning to its original state when the source and cause of its current state—the Abyss King—was gone.

Chi-Woo only had to wait, and he would see everyone again—his brother waiting for him in the Middle World and the Shalyh’s expeditionary force anxiously waiting for him in the Astral World. However, there was something more important to Chi-Woo than meeting them right now.

“Mr. Philip!” He cried out Philip’s name desperately and tried to force his fatigued body to move.

—Yeah, what?

Then a translucent spirit flickered into existence in front of Chi-Woo. It was Philip. Chi-Woo, who had stumbled to get up and was standing precariously, stopped when he saw Philip blinking back at him nonchalantly. Then he fell on his butt, staring blankly at Philip while he asked in a daze, “…What the heck?”

—What?

“No. You just…”

—Hm? Ah, it’s nothing much.

Philip waved his hand in a careless tone.

—I told you. I was a hero when I was alive, and I swore to defend my country even after I died.

Then he glanced down at the still unconscious Flora and continued.

—I’m a famous...