Two days after the meeting, which had become half-crazed due to the Pagan Priest Ruin’s divine power, I was working in a warehouse.

Suddenly, Demuir hurried in and called out, "Den! Looks like the main unit just arrived! Let's go watch!"

"Watch? Why?"

Demuir answered with glistening eyes, "Because it's fun!"

I don't understand what was so fun about the army entering the city. "Go by yourself, please."

"Why? Let's go together! I’m telling you, it's showy and fun!” Demuir kept on pestering me to go with him to the gate.

"Even if we’re going sightseeing, we have to finish what we’re doing first." Because of Demuir’s persistent pestering, I quickly finished the documents I had been working on and then headed toward the gate.

"Let's hurry!"

"Yes, yes."

Demuir ran, gasping for air, trying not to miss the march.

"Don’t you think it would be good to take better care of your body?" I gave a bottle of water to Demuir, who was breathing a little too hard.

Demuir took the water bottle and quickly inhaled it before nodding with a revitalized look. "Yeah, I should... But you're not even out of breath?"

I answered Demuir's question with my arms crossed. "Well, I take care of myself." Honestly...