"Greg!!!"
The elf refugees shouted the name of their god loudly and proudly.
Greg—Reg—Eg—
The name of a certain Golden King echoed around the outskirts of Black Stone City, quite bizarrely.
For a moment, those who knew the whole story froze in disbelief.
"What the hell is this..."
Lanle wiped the moisture from the corner of his mouth and looked at the elf refugees with an incredibly bizarre expression.
Did he hear it wrong, is the god they worship named Greg?
Could it be that his ears were screamed deaf by the Bomb Dragon during the battle just now?
It must be the same name, it has to be the same name, right? No matter how they think about it, the Greg from Sain Dungeon can't possibly be worshiped as a god. Even worshiping Overlord Vonier would seem more reasonable.
However, he instantly noticed a rusty badge pinned to the elf's chest, engraved with someone's portrait.
That crown, that old face... isn't that Greg from Stoneveil City!
