As Prince Zepharion stared at the Planar Mountain Range, complex emotions flickered on his face.
His confidence had been filled to the brim when he first appeared in Pangea, and he genuinely believed that no one would be able to get in his way.
But it didn't take long before Zion Leventis gave him a slap, breaking him out of his delusion.
With just a single battle, all his arrogance was stripped off his skin.
He didn't want to admit it, but he felt ashamed and anxious. After all, this was his first campaign in another world.
And he lost—miserably at that.
"By the way, where is Zion?" Prince Zepharion asked. "The Dragonkins wished to meet him many times, but he never appeared during the meetings."
"It's because they are not worthy of him personally meeting them," Prince Zorren replied.
Prince Zepharion looked at the Skavari Prince as if he were just telling a joke.
Seeing his doubtful gaze, Prince Zorren smiled faintly. "Don't worry. You will see him soon."
