Above the Flesh Capital, a massive golden stone sphere floats before a demon resembling a walrus.
"…you're just as weak as a native."
Though Richard spoke in Wizard Language, he thoughtfully added a spiritual message as he spoke.
A spiritual message is a language common to almost all races.
"You say I'm as weak as… a native?"
Upon hearing this, Cleo found himself in a state of daze.
Calling him a native implied that this world was owned, and moreover, it belonged to a world master of a civilized world.
No wonder that Great Demon was killed before.
But now it's too late to say anything.
The two civilizations are already at the edge, and the Abyss has already fired the first shot. Engaging in war with two civilizations at once… the future looks bleak.
"Have you lost your mind?"
"No, other civilization's strongman."
Cleo's voice was calm, as if he hadn't lost most of his body and wasn't being held aloft by someone.
