Galak groaned at the violent pain he felt as he applied healing potions all over his body. "Keup!"

  Because the Spirit Sword had a special power to cut the soul, it wasn’t easy to heal even if he poured potions on himself as if he were taking a shower. In particular, the stab he’d sustained in the abdomen was at the level of the Heart Sword, so he hadn’t been able to block it properly, leaving a large wound.

  "Ahaha, if I die of excessive bleeding like this, there won’t be a death as funny as this.” Galak walked across the empty church to the central altar, enduring the pain of his entire body feeling as if it were on fire. He remarked, "Oho, is this the ceremony to summon the Demon King?"

  The altar on which the Holy Grail had been placed was heavily weighed down, as if it were being pressed down by mana.

  "It’s like Zaharam, which used to be called the Holy Land,” Galak said in appreciation.

  Libra, who had been kneeling in front of the altar and reciting an incantation, stood up and looked at Galak. "Hmph, even the Hero of the world can’t hold his own in front of his child? That’s ridiculous."

  "Ahahaha! You’re looking down on our tribe. In my hometown, we don’t go easy even on our children. As long as you’re facing each other with weapons all out, your opponent is a fighter,” Galak said proudly, but Libra looked at him with contempt. Galak added, "But don’t you have to continue? Apparently, Scorpio succeeded in stealing the Demon King summons."

  "Tch, you’re still so sharp. I don’t like it. Yes, your great-grandchild was killed and the great holy book was obtained!" Libra exclaimed.

  Galak laughed pleasantly at Libra’s bluff. "Puhahaha! If you’re going to lie, say something realistic. There’s no way Scorpio, Selina, would kill my family. At worst, she’d do something like making them into puppets."

  Libra clicked his tongue at Galak’s accurate judgment. "Tch, you know her well. Yes. That was written at the end of the transmission containing the holy book."

  In response to Libra, Galak hummed, saying,”I knew that would happen.” He felt sorry for Den, but it was clear that not only he, but also Den, wouldn’t be Doomstone’s opponent; so he wouldn’t be able to do as he pleased. He asked, "So, is it okay to stop the ceremony like that?"

  "It’s okay. Right now, three major branches are working hard to hold the ceremony. It won’t slow down or speed up just because I’m missing, so don’t worry,” Libra said.

  "That’s a relief,” Galak said with a yawn. He looked sideways at Vibrio, who was reciting an incantation from behind the Holy Grail, and asked, "Is that child the uncertain factor you mentioned?"

  "Yeah. Your great-grandchild interrupted my attempt to complete the brainwashing, and pushed the brainwashing to the verge of breaking!" Libra exclaimed.

  "Ahahahaha! As expected of Den!" Galak laughed happily, but he also yawned continuously from fatigue. "When the ceremony is over, you should release that child’s brainwashing,” he said, before turning around again and heading out of the church.

  "Don’t give me orders! And where are you going?!" Libra cried.

  Galak roughly waved his hand and said, "To get some sleep. Oh, and there’s a strong possibility that my son or great-grandson will charge in during the ceremony, so prepare the defenses well."

  Seeing Galak disappearing with a playful chuckle, Libra gritted his teeth. "I said, don’t give me orders!"

  The bloodline of that hero was the whole problem. But he wasn’t too worried. The families that had fallen asleep with the Demon King would soon open their eyes. Those families were stronger than great demons due to the Demon King’s power.

  * * *

  I was left trembling. The letter I had received from my aunt, whom I had contacted through my father’s network, was full of fresh curses that made me wonder if they were truly curses that could come from a person’s head.

  After overcoming the limit, I had found out that my mana efficiency had improved enough to contact someone as if I were calling them just by knowing their location. But there wasn’t a reason for me to listen to such hysteria in real time.

  Looking at the letter, I thought it was a good thing that I had asked my father to contact my aunt.

  "What did Aunt say?" Hestia looked at me with a smile, as if she knew the answer. It was an expression that made me really want to hit her.

  "The same hysteria as usual.” I casually burned the letter with magic.

  What was noteworthy about the letter was the fact that Flam, who had run away without paying back the interest on his debt to me, was with my aunt, and that my grandfather had fought with my great-grandfather.

  When I said that the showdown of the century had taken place, Mac hyung asked interestedly, "Youngest Master, who do you think would have won?”


  Gawain hyung also added his speculation, seemingly interested. “Wouldn’t it be Grandfather? We can’t ignore the advantage that comes from weapons."

  It made sense. When Grandfather’s Spirit Sword was wielded by its master, there was no scarier weapon. Two years ago, when he and I had fought, my neck would have flown off that day if my grandfather had tried his best with the Spirit Sword. Even now, after having surpassed the limit, it was difficult to be certain of victory or defeat if I fought against my grandfather while he wielded the Spirit Sword.

  At that time, Gallahad hyung, who was next to us, voiced his dissent. "No way! Both of them have surpassed the presence or absence of weapons, so even with the Spirit Sword, would it give him a great advantage?”


  Certainly, when I thought about it that way, that made sense.

  "Youngest, what do you think?" my father asked.

  Suddenly, all eyes were on me. I shrugged and answered, "I don’t know. But if I were to predict the results, I think Great-grandfather would win."

  My grandfather was one of the strongest in the world, but my great-grandfather had an overwhelming advantage because he had the Curse of the Giants.

  Then my father crossed his arms and said, "Your great-grandfather would win. Even without any other weapons or tools. I know because I’ve fought him before."

  I looked at my father; that was surprising to hear. To say that he would win even without tools meant he would win without using the Curse of the Giants.

  "Grandfather Galak has exceeded the limits of humanity. I think it was the fourth time in our tribe’s history,” my father explained.

  If my great-grandfather was the fourth, my father was the fifth, and I was the sixth. Perhaps the first was the founder of the Crow tribe from the legends, so who were the second and third? When I thought of the history of our tribe, there were too many people for me to guess who they were. Rather, I was surprised that there were only six, including me.

  "Okay, let’s go,” my father said, flicking his finger. A huge dragon flew over from far away.

  "It’s a pet dragon,” I remarked.

  The Dragon that Lived Ten Thousand Years growled at my assessment-

  What pet dragon?! Don’t mess with me, kid! Although I’m like this now, I’m not a dragon that can be treated like this even by a little kid!

  "Oh! It can talk, too,” I added. It was amazing. Could dragons talk if they lived for 10,000 years? It was worth studying. "Dad, can you give it to me?" I asked.

  The dragon cried out as if its pride had been hurt-

  I’ll eat you in one bite!

  "No, I have to ride it around. There’s nothing as sturdy and fast as this guy,” my father said, rejecting me firmly.

  I only wanted it more as a result. I added, "Well, I guess Father does handle things roughly."

  My father added, "Besides, you can fly in the sky on your own.”
-

  Are you treating me like an object now?!

  "Noisy. Lower your head so I can get on,” my father said. In response, the pet dragon grumbled and gently lowered its head.

  Should I find the newly born phoenix and raise it as a pet? I didn’t know if the phoenix would also know how to speak.

  I told Arwen with a thought transmission, "You stay here."-

  But……

  When Arwen tried to follow me, I stroked her hair and smiled. "You don’t have to overdo it. The place I’m going to isn’t something you have good memories of.”


  Arwen lowered her head, seemingly apologetic

  I bent at the waist to bring my gaze down to her level and said, "All the most important forces here will be leaving. The great demons have been taken care of, but the demons are still in chaos. I want you to protect the weak here."

  Arwen was now a great magician facing the wall of the Magic Way. Although her birthday hadn’t passed and she was only 14 years old, in terms of power, she was better than a court magician.

  I took out a magic wand that was one and a half meters long from my pocket space and said, "I was originally going to give it to you when you became an adult, but since you’re already a great magician, it doesn’t matter.”


  It was a magic wand that I had gone all out making. Any magician would covet it, because it was made from a byproduct of the Turtle Carrying A Mountain; I had cut a little of its mana stone to make the core. I had additionally put some of the phoenix’s crest into the magic wand.

  Leisha, who was next to me, looked at the magic wand with a blatantly envious gaze.

  "Just in case, I put magic on it that lets you teleport to me. It’s only a one-time use, and for one person,” I added.

  Arwen’s eyes sparkled as she received the magic wand. Receiving a magic wand from your teacher meant being recognized as a magician, so she was even happier.

  I had also received one from Elder Mirpa, but honestly, its performance was so poor that I had made one myself-

  Thank you!

  "A teacher giving you a magic wand is also kind of like homework. It means you should apply yourself to the point that you can make your own magic wand because you’re dissatisfied with the wand you were given,” I said.

  Usually, making a new magic wand also meant that one had surpassed their teacher. With the exception of people like Elder Mirpa, who mass produced wands because she had many disciples, usually a teacher would make one with all their heart and soul.

  But still, Elder Mirpa had given her disciple, who had become a madosa, a magic wand that was suited for a great magician. Of course, it might have been because I had grown beyond Mirpa’s expectations.

  Arwen nodded-

  I’ll do my best!

  "Okay,” I said. She would probably graduate from that magic wand around the time she became a great madosa. "Let’s go now."

  I followed my father onto the pet dragon’s head. The pet dragon grumbled when I mounted it, but it obediently flew up into the sky.

  "I’ll be back. Mac, take care of Hestia. Gallahad and Gawain, take your subordinates and run wild as much as you want,” my father said.

  The three saluted to my father.

  "Yep! Don’t worry, Boss!"

  "I would go wild even if you didn’t tell me to, Father!"

  "See you later.”


  Father laughed pleasantly and patted his pet dragon on the head. "Hahahaha! Then, let’s go!"

  The pet dragon rose up slowly, then shot through the air.

  * * *

  "Teacher!" Flam ran over and helped Zendia after seeing his wound-covered body.

  "Thank you." Zendia leaned on his disciple’s body and smiled bitterly. "I lost. It was a perfect defeat."

  "Goodness. My teacher lost. Just how strong is he?" Flam asked, astonished.

  Talaria instead nodded, convinced. "He was called the strongest person ever before Oppa."

  "Yeah. I knew that, but he was too strong. That means I can still get stronger." Zendia spoke in a humble way, but Talaria vaguely felt fierce anger hidden beneath.

  "But a problem has arisen,” Talaria said.

  "What problem?" Zendia asked.

  Talaria sighed deeply and replied, "Den said the Demon King summons in his head were taken away.”


  "What? Den! Is Den okay?!" Zendia asked worriedly.

  Talaria nodded. "He said he’s fine. Rather, he said something about having surpassed the limit after waking up. He said something I couldn’t understand.”


  Zendia was surprised by Talaria’s words. "Hahahaha! Really? My gosh. I have no face as a grandfather. Hahahaha!”


  Talaria couldn’t understand why her father had suddenly burst into laughter. She just explained, "So Oppa and Den are coming here, and they’re asking us to attack one of the three places that are believed to be the headquarters of the Demon King worshippers."

  Zendia smiled joyfully and nodded. "Then we have to attack. But I’ll attack alone."