"Isn't this hero a bit too strong?"

The king watched El's actions below. As a monarch, his own safety was of utmost importance, and in fact, he was also a master strategist.

However, he could no longer see El's movements clearly, and with the Holy Sword wielding it, he was slicing through the demons like cutting vegetables...

"Do you think this guy might actually be a descendant of some hero, just like we suspected?"

"Hard to say."

Even the court magicians were unable to draw a reasonable conclusion about the scene before them.

As we all know, there are always bottlenecks in normal training and muscle building; the stronger a person is, the more difficult it is to go further.

Not to mention the influence of talent; many people work hard their whole lives, but they will still be slapped to the ground by a minotaur.

However, the growth potential of the hero from another world is A. Every training session yields results, and the benefits do not decrease as the stats increase. The strengthening process seems to have no end in sight.

It's this kind of physique, which is practically like having a cheat code, that makes people exclaim that they've packed their bags and forgotten about the power level, which is why heroes from all generations can slay the Demon King.

El is too young and too strong; their suspicions are not entirely unfounded.

"This is a sure thing. According to our ancestors' records, many heroes didn't even have this much strength when they first stepped into the demon realm."

This swift slaying of the demon, this act of drawing the holy sword in full view of everyone—he truly deserves the title of hero.

The king has made his decision: regardless of El's situation, as long as he is willing to kill monsters and fight the Demon King, he is a hero.

“That makes sense, Your Majesty.”

The chief court magician's words made the king, who had forgotten everything, turn around and look at his face.

King: Stare.

Court Magician: ...

"Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The strange look in his eyes, which seemed to harbor ill intentions, made the court magician wonder if he had offended this person.

"Old buddy, have you forgotten something?"

"Really? My memory is still pretty good. Your Majesty, you don't believe me."

To bolster his credibility, he patted his chest, implying that his memory was so sharp he could remember everything he saw.

"What you said before, that if someone unexpectedly manages to pull out the sword, you'd eat the magic wand and the holy sword..."

As he said this, a hint of pleasure appeared in the king's eyes.

"Um... this... isn't it... that we..."

He started sweating because the king, from who knows where, pulled out a jar of chili oil, a jar of salt, and a jar of sugar and placed them in front of him.

"Hey, is it possible to reconcile?"

In the end, the king did not actually make the chief court magician eat the magic wand; he was just joking.

The king's idea was simply to play a trick on his old friend.

To understand what just happened, El drew his sword and killed every single demon, none of them were part of his plan.

The middle-aged man's heart inside the king's body beat faster several times, which was really not good for him.

Therefore, put yourself in their shoes and make sure your old friends experience this feeling too.

"Your Majesty, you have gone a little too far..."

"Really? Then look me in the eyes and answer me, why did our plan fall apart, and end before it even began?"