Giant King Harald

Elbaf · Ida Tavern

The salty sea breeze poured through the open wooden doors of the tavern, mixing with the scent of ale and roasted meat as it rolled through the rugged interior.

"Ha ha ha ha ha—!!!"

A hearty, almost unrestrained laugh burst out first.

"I told you so, didn't I?!"

"The World Government is just like that—"

"Come on, Harald! How about we head to the castle and drink something stronger?!"

A deep, heavy, yet remarkably restrained voice answered him.

"Don't be ridiculous, Rocks."

"I will never allow someone as shameless as you to set foot in my country."

"Ha ha ha ha—!!!"

Rocks laughed even louder, his voice making the barrels tremble.

"Look at you!"

"The mighty king of Elbaf, bowing and scraping to the World Government!"

"Why not have the entire country join us instead!!!"

"I really can't stand watching this, Harald!!!"

Inside the tavern, the counter stretched across the room like a wooden fortress wall.

Before it sat a broad-shouldered, powerfully built Giant.

He wore a thick, bushy beard whose ends curled sharply upward.

His uneven brows looked as though they had been weathered by wind and snow, while his beard was equally sharp and unyielding.

A curved double-line tattoo was clearly etched into his left temple.

On either side of his forehead, backward-curving horns gleamed steadily beneath the lights—the mark of Ancient Giant Race blood.

King Harald of Elbaf.

Meanwhile, on the counter before him, Rocks sat cross-legged like a tiny toy casually placed upon a table.

Separated by an enormous difference in size, they each held a mug.

Thud.

Their wooden mugs clinked together.

Harald drained his drink in one gulp, then said in a deep voice, "One day."

"I will make Elbaf a member nation of the World Government."

Rocks froze for