All the Ogres who had survived the disaster breathed a sigh of relief. Just then, some of them suddenly noticed something strange.
"Was the guy who teleported us away really one of our people?"
"Why do I feel like I've never seen him before?"
"How could he not be? He clearly had the same horns and clothes as us. He must be one of our people!"
Just then, the Ogre Chief spoke up. "Quiet!"
At his words, all the Ogres fell silent and turned their eyes toward their chief.
The Ogre Chief swept his gaze over all his people before finally fixing it on the young, white-haired Ogre who had teleported the remaining Ogres away at the very end.
Then the Ogre Chief led his son and daughter, along with Hakurou and Shion, toward that Ogre.
Seeing their chief approach, all the Ogres stepped aside to clear a path.
The Ogre Chief walked all the way up to the young, white-haired Ogre, then stopped.
"My friend, as I recall, there doesn't seem to be anyone in my village who can use teleportation magic like you. May I ask who you really are?"
As soon as the Ogre Chief finished speaking, the other Ogres standing beside the young, white-haired Ogre backed away.
A large space instantly opened up, leaving only the young, white-haired Ogre and the female Ogre who had cast teleportation magic alongside him standing in the middle.
The young, white-haired Ogre laughed, then said, "To think the Ogre Chief remembers every single villager so well. How admirable."
Hearing this, the Ogre Chief already had a guess. He immediately said, "You flatter me. Then, might we Ogres be allowed to see the true faces of our saviors?"
The young, white-haired Ogre smiled, slowly raised his right hand, and snapped his