Damian, who had left earlier than everyone else with the Grand Regent, could be seen standing on the crown of a tree with an indifferent demeanor. Before him floated the Grand Regent, who folded her arms against her chest.
"So, Grace, if I remember your name correctly, the youngest told me that you think you can defeat and kill any Wargrave as long as they aren't Azaron, Malrik, or Morthern."
Damian spoke, his voice as gentle and playful as ever.
"Aren't you looking down on me too much? After all, I defeated you a couple of years ago."
He asked as though he was merely here to make conversation and not fight. Although he might appear calm, he really wasn't. After all, an End-Class Monster might awaken on the wrong side of its bed and decide to attack because of various disturbances.
"You remember my name, huh?"
The Grand Regent replied, as her name was indeed Grace, but it had been a while since she had heard her own name, as everyone referred to her as the Grand Regent.
