“Hm? What is it?”

“Also, I have a couple of favors I’d like to ask you.”

Prihi stared at Seol Jihu, who suddenly turned serious. What was the young man trying to say?

“I’ll listen to the favors first.”

“Can you prepare a new habitable land in Haramark using this gold bar?”

“…Land?”

Prihi’s tone went up, and his usually-calm eyes narrowed slightly. It was as if he heard something completely unexpected.

Seol Jihu continued without a pause.

“In addition, please lend me Master Ian.”

“Ian Denzel?”

Prihi’s eyes clearly narrowed to a slit, his expression forming a frown. Ian Denzel was a Magician affiliated with the royal family and one of the few Earthlings Prihi trusted. There was no need to even mention the value of a Magician. He might understand if the young man gave a good reason, but he didn’t feel good being told to ‘lend him’ out of the blue.

“Father.”

When Teresa tried to step in, Prihi raised his hand to stop her.

“Is this related to what you wanted to tell me?”

“Yes.”

Prihi gave the young man a deeply profound look. Seeing this gaze that seemed to be asking for an explanation, Seol Jihu opened his mouth. He told him about the village head of Ramman Village and the ghost saintess trapped in the Forest of Denial’s tomb. As the story continued, the king’s indifferent expression changed to one of interest.

“…I see.”

Prihi leaned forward, locked his fingers, and rested his chin on them.

“You want us to accept the villagers into the city.”

“I heard that the castle has limited capacity, but I’d like to ask you if it is at all possible.”

“Hm, to be frank, it is quite difficult. The...