I responded in the affirmative. "Yes. But, Father, you lost Grandfather Galak too. Perhaps simply in terms of instincts, Great-grandfather is likely on par with Father, so it's probably going to be hard to catch him."

Having fought them both once, I would say my father's strength was definitely superior. It was just a guess, but I thought my father would come out ahead even if my great-grandfather used the Curse of the Giants.

"So?"

"If you can't do it based on instincts, you can just predict his behavior in real time. Hestia noona and I are the only ones who can do that, but Hestia noona is too weak to join the battle."

In addition, if my great-grandfather used the Curse of the Giants, there was a risk of immediate death on the spot. The Curse of the Giants was as heinous as it was terrible.

"Right. Grandfather has the Curse of the Giants." My father nodded, convinced.

I was surprised. "Oh? Did you know that Grandfather Galak has the Curse of the Giants?”

Due to my great-grandfather’s selfish nature, he wasn’t the type to let others know of such precious things. It was likely that he hadn’t even told his son, Grandfather Zendia. Did that mean my father had also suffered once from the Curse of the Giants, like me?

"Yes. He explained it to me, as if...