James, who had received William's report, immediately headed towards the Elun Empire riding the eight-legged-horse, Sleipnir, and arrived just in time to witness the chaotic battle that was being waged on the land and in the sky.
Now that he and David had arrived to protect the precious little-red-headed girl, who was a treasure to both of them, her safety was guaranteed.
"Grandpa!" Eve shouted as she ran towards the old man, who she hadn't seen for a long time.
The old coot hurriedly wrapped his arms around his granddaughter and kissed her cheek.
"Um, did you gain a little weight?" James asked with a smirk. "It seems that they took really good care of you."
The old man looked his granddaughter up and down. It was fairly easy to see that Eve wasn't hurt in the slightest, which put his mind at ease.
