Time passed slowly, and before anyone knew it, six months had gone by.
The chaos outside had not affected order in the Star-Prayer Kingdom. From the king down to the commoners, everyone continued going about their business.
In Okla City, a young man revealed his strength and entered the great city of over five hundred thousand people through the express lane.
Once among the crowds, the young man followed his intuition, weaving through the people as he searched for his target.
"Damned old bastard."
After cursing under his breath, the young man calmed the turmoil within him and continued observing the passersby.
This was now his seventh month in the Star-Prayer Kingdom.
Over those two hundred-odd days, he had come close to catching his target three times, but the man had escaped every time.
Escaping once could be put down to luck.
But escaping three times in a row took genuine ability.
Though he still looked down on this native, inwardly he was taking him more and more seriously.
By the Storm God, once I catch that old bastard, I'll make him taste Ten Thousand Fish Devour Bones.
At that moment, in a tavern near the Adventurers Association, an old man disguised as a young adventurer sat in a corner, drinking while listening to the other adventurers talk.
Since arriving in the Star-Prayer Kingdom, he had been evading that expert's pursuit while secretly asking around about Xerxes.
As His Majesty's elder brother, the man had to be at least five hundred years old. To live that long, he had to be at least a Level 8 Professional. Considering that he had escaped from several ninth-rank professionals, his current strength had to be at least that of a ninth-rank professional.
Using these criteria, he had soon singled out the current president