Boom! Boom! Boom!

The city of the dark elves—Niflheim—was being bombarded by an unknown armada of airships.

Wooong!

A large magic circle also appeared and hundreds of Adventurers suddenly stormed the city and turned it upside down.

“Hyung-nim! Are you thinking of going to rescue the main forces fighting over there?”

“Hey, Seung-Gu…”

“Yes, hyung-nim?”

“Do you still don’t know me?”

“W-What do you mean by that, hyung-nim…?”

“I’m talking about my style.”

“W-What about your style, hyung-nim…?”

This was Siegfried’s style.

He was not fond of fighting his enemies head-on. He preferred to hit them where it would hurt the most while they least expected it. In other words, he loved to stab others in the back.

‘What’s the point of fighting head-on when they’ll retreat on their own accord once their home is burning to the ground? Why would I bother doing such bothersome rescue efforts when I’m already outnumbered two to one?’ Siegfried thought.

There were times when Siegfried would become quite smart, and this was one of those times. It was truly far more efficient for him to attack the enemy’s undefended base rather than fight a battle he was outnumbered. On top of that, his personality, although he would refuse to admit it, made it...