Thanks to the spirit magic, Yi-An arrived at Orcrox in an instant with the sorcerers from Basque Village, who entered the city with solemn faces. The warriors and sorcerers at Orcrox had already been preparing to go into battle.0

Just as Yi-An was about to ask what was going on, he saw a familiar face. It was Grom. He was surrounded by warriors and was responding to their questions with a downcast face. They questioned him for a while and then fastened their weapons tightly onto their backs before departing. After the warriors left, Grom was finally able to let his guard down.0

However, Yi-An approached him with another question, “What’s going on?”0

Grom turned his head in surprise. His eyes quivered. “How are you h-here?”0

“I went to Basque Village and returned with the sorcerers.”0

“…”0

“Why is everyone like this? Will there be a war?”0

Grom avoided Yi-An’s eyes.0

“…?”0

“It’s because of me,” Grom said.0

“Huh?”0

“I… happened to…” Grom deliberated with his words before letting out a sigh. “Okay, I will explain. I discovered something weird.”0

“Like what?”0

“I went to the north…”0

Grom’s story was a long one.0

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In his pursuit of what was warrior-like, Grom headed north, but the north of Orcrox wasn’t a suitable place for apprentice warriors. Scary monsters that only high-level rankers could handle dwelled there. Orcrox...0