"Father! You are currently visiting the palace as a representative of our tribe! Do you know what kind of commotion is going on down there right now?!”

Arpen's son, Bendis, grabbed his head in agony. Certainly, considering the power of the magic that Arpen and I had let loose, there was no way there wouldn’t be a fuss.

"It-it’s only been 3 or 4 minutes at the most—”

When Arpen tried to make excuses, Bendis glared.

"If you wanted and went all out with your magic, the capital would be destroyed in a minute, not three! Don't you know this?!"

With his son's nagging, his previous look of vigour disappeared to be replaced with gloom as he lowered his head.

"Really, if we weren't allies with the empire, this could have led to an all-out war with the empire!"

"But in the old days…,”

"It's not the old days, is it?! We know that Father did a great job in defeating the Demon King! So there were times when the empire didn't dare say anything regarding minor matters! But that was in the old days!"

Bendis' words hit home making Arpen sullen.

"Didn't Father always say not to treat you like...