- S-surrender.
- E-excuse me.
- Mr. Jormungandr? We weren’t exactly on bad terms, were we?
Jormungandr sneered at them and said,
‘Were we?’
- Heh, hehehe.
The sly laughter of the gods rang out.
Hermes popped out from among them.
“You did it?”
“Of course.”
Sinhyeok demanded Baek Arin from Hermes.
“Hand her over.”
Hermes smiled and snapped his fingers.
A subspace was revealed, and from within it emerged Baek Arin, pale and withered.
- You son of a XX.
- That damned XXX.
- The moment she gets out, you’re dead.
- I was the idiot for trusting that scammer bastard.
Hermes sneered at them.