"Leiken, I'll leave this to you. I'm going to rest inside."
In the crowd, Mageon spoke somewhat impatiently to the Dark Spear Tribe's Clan Leader next to him.
"I'll take care of it, King."
Leiken Dark Spear nodded respectfully, lacking any air of a Tier Eleven powerhouse.
This reaction immediately made Mageon glare disapprovingly.
"I've said it before, I'm just here in name only. Don't call me that."
"Please forgive me, King. I can't go against the War God's will. You are the only king of our Dwarf Race."
Leiken, as the Clan Leader of the Dark Spear Tribe, received the blessing of the War God's Power.
He could be said to be the most reverent dwarf towards the War God.
Since Mageon managed to forge the War God's Hammer, he was the one chosen by the War God, naturally recognized as king.
"...Such an old stubborn."
Mageon couldn't help but mumble.
"Alright, call me whatever you like."
