When Dwarf King Gunther arrived at the Wizard Guild headquarters, he saw only a Low-level Wizard in a white robe waiting for him.
Since becoming Dwarf King, he had never been treated like this. He was the king of the Dwarf race, a respected figure wherever he went.
Before demigods and God Tier Wizards began appearing, every trip he made was accompanied by a large entourage to display the status of the Dwarf race.
It was not that he wanted to make a show of himself. He represented the Dwarf race, and this was the respect the Dwarf race deserved after its efforts in this world over countless years.
Yet today, he saw only a Low-level Wizard in a white robe. The other party was not there to welcome him, but to lead the way.
Dwarf King Gunther watched as the Low-level Wizard in white performed a wizard's salute, then led him forward without either of them saying a word.
This was caused by the difference in their status. Although the God Tier Wizards of the Wizard Guild could afford to disregard Dwarf King Gunther, the Low-level Wizard in white was merely nervous. Yet that display only made Dwarf King Gunther even angrier.
When Dwarf King Gunther entered the conference hall, his anger vanished. The terrifying auras of the God Tier Wizards inside made him feel unbearably oppressed.
The eleven God Tier Wizards had not deliberately used their auras to suppress Dwarf King Gunther, but several of them harbored hostility toward the Dwarf race because of its actions. The pressure they inadvertently revealed was still something Dwarf King Gunther could not withstand.
"Dwarf King Gunther, welcome!" God Tier Wizard Naysmith sensed Dwarf King Gunther's tension and spoke with a smile.
"Greetings, esteemed God Tier Wizards!" Only after hearing him did