Still in a foul mood, White Night Yaksha looked at the war god she had invited before receiving news of the Demon King's invasion and asked for his opinion.
She was a little worried that this hot-tempered fellow, who had once picked up a weapon and beaten the members of his own pantheon for eight hundred days and nights in Persian mythology, had gone to the North Area early just to give Salamandra a beating.
"Just treat me as Tourist A, B, or C."
The war god, who clearly had no intention of wasting his thoughts on dealing with the descendants of the Star Sea Dragon King, spread his hands.
"Compared to those guys, I'm more interested in the Black Death Demon King from the Demon King Community Grimoire Group, which has certain ties to the world sealed by Humanity's Final Trial."
"Tsk, tsk. Should I say that you're worthy of being a hero born to bring an end to true Demon Kings?"
White Night Yaksha remarked as she silently worried for Salamandra's members.
"Your mind is completely focused on matters related to the strongest Godslayer."
"It's a savior's professional ethic."
The young man, who had indeed saved many worlds, gazed into the distance and spoke leisurely.
Under the sunlight, the youth stood as straight as a pine, his vigor as blazing as the sun. Even the slightest leak of the solemn divine aura belonging to the Steel Hero within his divinity held enough power to make one's heart tremble.
Thinking that the war god looked extremely handsome and would surely be popular with girls, White Night Yaksha's eyes spun as she puffed out her chest, drew in her stomach, and stood straight beside him.
Unfortunately, she had appeared in the form of a little girl. A white-haired, short-legged girl