The barbarian who called out to Siegfried was a dark-skinned skinny barbarian with long slender eyes. He was wearing various trinkets, and there was a skull of a goat on his head. He was also holding a staff with three skulls hanging from it. Anyone could tell that he was the Chieftain of the Dahomey Tribe just from his looks.

“Welcome,” Siegfried greeted Nascimento, and then he said, “How did you think of coming all the way here out of your own volition? I can’t praise you enough for that.”

“…?”

“Alright, what do you want? Do you wish to surrender?”

‘This crazy bastard is the Grim Reaper of the Plains…?’

Nascimento was dumbfounded at Siegfried’s words.

He was Siegfried’s enemy, so how could Siegfried greet his enemy with such a bright smile? It was as if he was welcoming his enemy and that he was glad to meet him.

Nascimento was dumbfounded. After all, he wasn’t aware of Siegfried’s true motives.

“Are you the Grim Reaper of the Plains?” Nascimento asked.

“Maybe?” Siegfried gave a somewhat half-hearted response. He felt embarrassed to say that he was the ‘Grim Reaper of the Plains’.

“I will ask you again. Are you the Grim Reaper of the Plains? I’m asking you if you are indeed the ruler of the small kingdom that invaded our lands?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Hmm…”

“Why did you come? Do you want to surrende...