"No need to thank me so much. I just told you what I know. If you want to thank someone, go thank your ancestor. Well, to be honest, it might be a bit difficult for you to thank him. After all, judging by the situation of you descendants, it's quite irresponsible..."

"...No, I don't hold any grudges against my ancestors. Without him, there would be no Haieral today, and there would be no me either."

"...Yeah, that's true."

"Rather than that, Ilus, I'll return the money to you first."

Hulim took out the purse from his backpack and handed it to Irus.

Irus took the purse and glanced at the mithril sword that Hulim placed next to it.

"Your mithril sword is quite badly damaged. What kind of fierce battle did you go through?"

"...It was indeed a very difficult battle."

Hulim picked up the mithril sword and drew it out.

The mithril sword that was once beautiful and shining has now become bumpy and full of gaps.

"The opponent is B-rank, and for some reason he was able to resist the effects of Milong Mengxiang."

"Wow~, you're finally willing to reveal what happened back then~."

"Well, Irus told me a lot. In exchange, I can tell you some."

"Some..."

Irus showed a very subtle expression.

Then Hulim told Irus what had happened, omitting all descriptions of the battle.

"Hey, Hulim, you may look like a child, but you're quite experienced. I've been curious for a while now, who taught you? That 'person' is truly remarkable~, I'd like to see him for myself..."

As she spoke, Irus gave Hulim a very inquiring look.

"Sorry, I can't tell you that!"

Hulim firmly refused.

"Oh, that's such a pity—"

Irus had a "regretful" expression on her face, but the "regret" did not last more than two seconds, and she suddenly showed a smiling expression.

"Hey, Hulim, you just said you did this all by yourself, right?"