“…”


  Those who were listening to the conversation between Hill and Irene couldn’t hide their strange expressions.

  Their hearts were pounding.

  What was the kid even saying?

  It wasn’t absurd or anything, but people felt that it wasn’t something a young man should say. These were things that old priests were supposed to say.

  ‘Isn’t that just a fleeting answer?’


  ‘What is he talking about?’


  “Hmm.”


  Hill Burnett stroked his chin.

  It wasn’t like he didn’t like the answer.

  As sharp as lightning.

  The 5-meter tall monster, which had landed, couldn’t even resist when it got split into two.

  Gulp.

  Hill Burnett’s body, which was drawing his sword, hardened as if he was under a petrification spell.

  ‘What is he?’