Giant Prince Wolfram

When Iver saw her wheelchair being grabbed by the griffin Philip, she thought Mr. Philip was going to fly a kite next.

—You yourself are that kite.

You have to hold on tightly to the wheelchair to avoid being thrown off.

Both priests and Demon Scholar are professions that don't heavily rely on physical attributes. Fortunately, Iver's own physical abilities are quite good, so he's unlikely to fall off midway and become a bomb dropped by a bomber...

Once airborne, Iver realized that... Mr. Philip was more composed than he had imagined.

During the sprint, Iver felt no air resistance at all. It wasn't until the griffin quickly reached its destination and began to slow down that Iver started to feel the pressure. Even so, Philip was distracted in keeping Iver steady.

Looking down from above, Iver immediately knew where the incident had occurred.

Near the Red Queen District Supervisory Office, there wasn't a single passerby in sight for about two blocks.

People instinctively chose to take a detour, creating a circle. Similarly, because no one approached them, no one noticed the mysterious red-robed men with their unsettling appearance throughout the journey.

"It's Crowd Dispersal Ritual."

The Grand Guardian narrowed his eyes slightly. "They dispersed everyone who might see them and sneaked over in this way."

Driving away everyone who might see you—that can undoubtedly be considered a form of stealth.

It's much milder than killing everyone who sees you.

"Send Iver and Lily down, Philip."

The Grand Guardian instructed, "Put them a little further away first, then come help me. After I clear out the people inside, then have them come and treat them."

"No problem."

His griffin companion said in a deep voice.

"We can fight too."

Iver interjected, "Ordinary Demon Scholar can't beat us."

"OK."

The Grand Guardian didn't say anything like "Are you sure?", "You shouldn't do this", or "How many people can you handle?"

Since Iver said he could do it, he immediately chose to trust Iver: "Then put them at the back door—you two, remember to enter the Bureau of Supervision through the back door, take control of the situation, and then treat the others."

He was decisive and efficient.

After giving the order, it immediately spread its arms and jumped off the griffin's back.

His arms were outstretched, like a cross, or like a hawk pouncing on its prey.

Just then, the shorter giant gave the order.

The sky suddenly darkened.

As an even more violent hurricane swept in, the people in red robes staggered.

A bolt of lightning crashed down—

Immediately afterwards, the black and white storm expanded rapidly from its point of impact outwards.

In an instant, half of the Demon Scholar who had gathered together were either cut in half or beheaded.

The Grand Guardian slowly stopped spinning, his Dual Blades twirling slightly, leaving two streaks of blood on the ground.

He looked at the giant at the head, his pupils contracting slightly.

George's brow furrowed slightly, his hands gripping the Dual Blades tightening. "Wolfram... So you're the leader of the Noble Red?"

"Long time no see, George. How have you been?"

The leading giant ignored the red-robed scholars who had died tragically.

He simply turned around and gazed at the Grand Guardian with his calm, lake-like eyes. "It's been a few years, and you've become the Grand Guardian. I'm quite surprised... I thought you were dead."

"It's been more than a decade, Wolfram."

The Grand Guardian gazed at the giant with a complex expression. "Time is of the essence, so let's not reminisce."

"... Tell me, how did you get in?"

If Fifth Level superhuman infiltrates Glass Island, they will inevitably be noticed by the Grand Justice. The Grand Guardian will then use the Eye of Avalon to track them, and once the target is identified, it will be handed over to Meg, the strongest being in Avalon, for contact – this is the standard procedure.

The structure of this barrier is very simple, but precisely because it is simple enough, it is unavoidable.

According to the laws of Avalon, all Fifth Level transcendents are forbidden from entering Glass Island. If entry is necessary, it must be reported and approved—entering without approval would violate the law and be detected by the Grand Justice.

Although the Grand Guardian did not know the other party's level, it should be the Fifth Level.

—After all, Wolfram was already Fourth Level berserker four hundred years ago. However, after power transformed into authority, his class dropped by half a level and he became a "Bound One".

But precisely because of this, the Titans, who were originally insane and prone to losing their minds, actually regained their rationality by relying on the "Bound One" to suppress their spirits.

"You guess?"

Wolfram smiled and said, "Anyway, it's technology that you humans gave me."

"Stibnite Person?" the Grand Guardian pressed.

"I didn't say anything."

"The giant said."

"Let's talk about it."

The Grand Guardian narrowed his eyes and said calmly, "Consider it repayment for the humiliation you inflicted on me."

When he first met Wolfram, this silent giant was still locked in a secret room.

At that time, the Grand Guardian was still very young. He was not yet thirty years old, and had not yet inherited the position of Grand Guardian. He had merely taken over the position of Bureau of Supervision as a retired Sky Knight, along with another secret duty—guarding Prince Wolfram.

At the time, Wolfram had over three hundred huge silver nails, each inscribed with legal clauses, driven into his body, the largest of which pierced his spine. The reason he survived was simple... because Wolfram was one of the very few giants who chose to surrender after defeat, and he held a high position and possessed many secrets.

He was a direct descendant of the Giant King.

In human terms, he's Prince —albeit the youngest Prince.

As Pure-Blood Giant, he naturally ate people. Besides humans, he also ate elves, dwarves, and Lizardman. He even ate a dragon, and Wolfram's favorite food was elven girls under fifty years old.

Lancelot I had intended to publicly execute him, but Merlin believed he was still useful, so he was spared. Wolfram then traded the treasures of the Giant Dynasty for a promise not to be tortured. He consistently provided useful information almost every year, and given his generally obedient behavior, he was sealed away and imprisoned for over four hundred years.

Giants have a lifespan similar to that of elves, which is only about five or six hundred years.

After more than four hundred years of imprisonment, Wolfram has gone from a boy to an old man.

—At the time, the Grand Guardian had only been in office Bureau of Supervision for three years when Wolfram broke out of prison in his jurisdiction.

For some reason, he broke the seal and broke free from it. As he chased after him, Wolfram suddenly vanished.

This is the biggest mistake George has ever made since birth.

Although strictly speaking, this matter shouldn't have been his responsibility... it's still partly his responsibility. He let the most important prisoner escape, and even lost track of him.

If Her Majesty the Queen had not pardoned him, there would probably be no George the Grand Guardian today.

He's probably fourteen or fifteen years old now.

Seeing Wolfram again, the Grand Guardian felt his blood, which had been calm for many years, boil once more.

The shame, remorse, and anger of the past surged back into George's mind—only then did he realize that he had not forgotten the incident as he thought.

He charged at Wolfram without hesitation.

However, Wolfram simply smiled at him, his eyes filled with pity.

The Grand Guardian was filled with vigilance, his attention at the highest level.

—But the next moment, he charged straight through Wolfram, stumbling as he went.

It was as if the other person was just a phantom, and I passed right through him.

How could that be?

Didn't he just throw Director Tai Ya back?

The Grand Guardian subtly touched the Eye of Avalon on his chest.

He glanced quickly at the spot next to him and froze on the spot.

—Where were the two giants beside him? Only those red-robed men.

But the two giants seemed to be invisible, not even there.

Seeing the Grand Guardian's confused and hesitant expression, Wolfram's smile widened.

"That's a mirage."

At that moment, Iver's voice rang out.

He slowly moved over in his wheelchair and said to the Grand Guardian, "Ignore them—go deal with the others."

Upon hearing Iver's voice, Wolfram's smile vanished instantly, and his expression turned cold.

He looked Iver over carefully and suddenly gave a sarcastic smile.

"Who do we have here..."

"So he's that old man's grandson."

I'll write Chapter Two after I finish eating!