Gurdan eyed Kirim suspiciously.
"Make sure…" he growled, voice low and firm,
"…they can defeat the one Garius sent."
Kirim's smile didn't fade.
He bowed slightly, hands still behind his back.
"Oh~ don't worry, my liege…"
His voice was confident and smooth.
"They are far stronger than the ex-human hero—
Kenjirou."
Gurdan blinked.
Then he laughed.
"OH?"
He leaned forward, intrigued for the first time in hours.
"Good!"
His clenched fists loosened.
"Very good…!"
Kenjirou, the summoned hero who once dominated entire nations.
The blade that shook whole battlefields.
Even now, his name echoed in military tales as the pinnacle of human fighters.
If Kirim's creation could surpass that…
Then maybe—just maybe—I still had a card to play.
"Begin the final phase."
Gurdan grinned, sharp and toothy.
"Let's see if Garius can still smile when his monsters meet mine."
Kirim chuckled softly, barely a whisper of amusement.
"Don't worry, my liege…"
