The problem was excessive exhaustion. Agnus’ fatigued body could only react reflexively. Slightly tearful, the expression on his face was distorted. The shaking of his pupils stopped, and his eyes became sharp and threatening. “What are you doing?” 

Agnus knew the girl who was lifting him up. It was Euphemina. She was a meritorious retainer of the Overgeared Kingdom, and she had helped with Valhalla’s establishment. Agnus knew the rumor about how she was one of the people that Grid trusted most. Furthermore, wasn’t she aiming for Mumud? So, why was she helping Agnus?

“Acha!”

Duplicator Euphemina’ s strength stat was low enough to be comparable to a magician’s. This was one of the reasons why she rarely duplicated physical attack skills that required the use of a ‘weapon.’ It was hard for her to support an adult male who weighed more than herself.

“Kuoong.” Finally, Euphemina sat beside Agnus, who was leaning against a wall, and pulled out a handkerchief. “Why are you looking at me like that? What is it? Do you want to wipe off your sweat as well?”

“Get lost,” Agnus growled out. He wasn’t given the...