Irene Pareira, Karakum, and Gorha came down the mountain where the tomb of Gurgar was present.

  If it was a fight between ordinary people, then the location didn’t matter, but this was a fight between Masters.

  Anyway, there were a lot of vacant places at the bottom of the mountain, and it was the optimal place for a match, especially since there were no people looking.

  However, in that brief moment, Karakum could clearly see that something had changed in the young man.

  ‘It seems as if the flower bloomed in an instant.’


  Looking at Irene Pareira, who stepped forward, Karakum recalled the days when he wandered in human society.

  Was it because the territory of humans was larger than that of the orc tribes?

  There were so many great people on the continent, that it would be hard to count with just hands.

  It wasn’t just about being a Master of swordsmanship.

  Aside from the huge external strength that they possess, they also have a naturally built-up dignity that was formed after years of carrying heavy burdens and responsibilities.

  “It is embarrassing to say.”


  “…”


  “If my words mean that I will walk down the path of a hero, then I will gladly walk that path.”


  Wheikl!

  In front of the blazing golden flame, Irene Pareira made a vow.