As soon as Kuta and Kuina landed, Charles, the king of the Gus Kingdom who had already renamed himself Gus, bowed respectfully to Kuta alongside Sophie.
Kuta paused briefly, then lifted the father and daughter with a thought.
"You two! How many times have I told you there's no need for this?"
He shook his head, then looked at Sophie helplessly. "And you, Sophie. Aren't we friends? Why have you started acting like this too?"
After they moved to Gus, Kuta had told Charles and the others that the Flying Dragon had been after him, and that Cocoludo had been destroyed simply because it had been caught in the crossfire.
There was no need for Kuta to hide that from them.
Yet after a moment of surprise, their attitude toward him had not changed in the slightest.
They treated him like a god, their eyes full of adoration every time they saw him. It made him deeply uncomfortable.
He had seen plenty of admiration and respect on his journey, but never people who worshipped him as their faith.
After Charles and the others moved to Gus, the islanders' first task had not even been repairing the houses. Instead, they had built a statue of him in the Central City below.
His eyesight was exceptionally sharp.
A month had been enough for the civilians here to finish building it.
Standing here, he could clearly see an enormous statue towering over the center of the city below. That face, that figure—who else could it have been but him?
He had never imagined that he would one day become someone's object of worship.
"Hehe!" Sophie glanced at Kuta, her expression growing lively. She blinked playfully and bowed to him again. "Yes, Mr. Kuta."
"You!"
Kuta shook his head helplessly.
Ever since arriving in