Many thanks to our friend Arrow in the Heel for the donation. Jiaoshou is deeply grateful. Let me make a timid little plea: please bookmark the novel, please! Show your support. It still has fewer than nine thousand bookmarks, which is the greatest heartache in Jiaoshou's life. Night-a hazy veil of darkness shrouded Lordaeron City, while scattered stars dotted the sky, adorning the world.
Standing beneath the night sky, Rex pondered in silence. More than an hour had passed, yet he had not moved at all. The maids attending him nearby began to look worried.
Rex was not harsh toward his servants. He treated them well, and their relationship even gave a sense of equality. This had earned him a great deal of goodwill. Although being transported to this world had changed certain things deep within him, others remained exactly as they had been.
Despite their concern, no one approached him, for those were Rexxar's orders.
What was Rex doing at that moment? He was certainly not daydreaming. He was thinking, going over the day's battle again and again. Gaining the upper hand in his fight against Medivh had brought him no joy.
His battle with Medivh had revealed his own shortcomings and shown him the fighting power of a demigod.
Medivh was not a true demigod. That was the conclusion Rex had reached after fighting him. He had noticed something during the battle itself, but only after returning from the Training Grounds and thinking it over had he fully understood.
Medivh had died and been resurrected. How could resurrection come without a price? He had once been a demigod, but his current strength lay somewhere between a demigod and a hero. Though his actual power surpassed that of a hero, he was certainly no demigod.
That fact alone wiped