Eugene stood in place with his jaw agape, staring at Molon’s approaching figure. The moron was exactly the same as Eugene had seen him a few days ago in the Great Hammer Canyon, except he wasn’t holding an ax. However, what Molon was holding was none of Eugene’s business.

“That bas….”

Eugene barely managed to swallow the words before they could escape his mouth. Instead, he uttered a curse in his mind — bastard. When Eugene had gone through the trouble to see him, the moron had chased him out without even sharing a proper conversation. Molon had acted all solemn and shit as if he couldn’t come down from the cliff for a profound reason.

‘You swung your ax at a friend you met after three hundred years with an expression as if we wouldn’t see each other again. Son of a bitch. You should have at least said that you would be coming later.’

Eugene kept his expression under control while soothing the simmering heat boiling in his heart. He had never imagined Molon would descend from the Grand Hammer Canyon and come directly to Fort Lehain. It was the same with Aman, Molon’s descendant. As far as he knew, the founder had never come down from the Grand Hammer Canyon after suddenly going into seclusion hundred years ago. Since then, a new tradition had been made that the descendants of the royal family had to go to the Grand Hammer Canyon to have their qualifications for the throne tested, even though no one, not even those from the royal family, knew why the founder had gone into seclusion.

“As expected,” muttered Aman, looking around. His gaze found Eugene and Kristina. Aman couldn’t think of any other reason than the two for the founder’s sudden descent from the mountain.

“Molon Ruhr,” muttered Gavid.

His anxious heart was reflected in the Black Fog as it suddenly wriggled and squirmed. The demon knights brought...