"Yggrassil huh..."
Berkah whispered to himself and straightened his posture, the familiar word filling him with a sense of longing for home.
[Blue haired dud — No, Dad...]
[I hope he's recovering... I'm left with a little under two weeks...]
[Six more floors and eight more Judgments...]
[There's a chance I might not make it in time...]
[As I am now, I should be able to fight old man Suraci if it gets to that point...]
Berkah mused with a sour expression.
"Young Lord... Do you know the place she speaks of?"
Noticing Berkah's shift in mood, Valeria couldn't help but ask.
"Yes, it's the royal capital my people inhabit along with the Elves."
Berkah replied and turned his gaze to the Prince's weeping dismembered head.
"Ah I see... These insects seem to harbor hatred for your people, may I know the history?"
Valeria politely inquired.
