Rain poured outside the rebuilt city of Shupa.
Inside one of the largest inns near the central district, adventurers laughed loudly while music echoed through the warm wooden halls.
But at the corner table—
three dangerous people sat in silence.
All wearing black uniforms.
One was massive.
A blond-haired giant with the body of a goliath casually drinking an entire mug of ale in one gulp.
The wooden chair beneath him cracked from his weight alone.
Beside him sat a woman with white hair and piercing blue eyes.
Beautiful enough to make the entire inn glance toward her every few seconds.
Yet the coldness in her gaze felt unnatural.
The third person sat quietly.
A red-haired swordsman covered in massive tattoos.
His blade rested beside him like a sleeping beast.
The giant laughed loudly.
"So we really have to kill the Swords, huh?"
He slammed his ale down.
"Am I right, Thomas?"
The white-haired girl immediately smacked his elbow.
"That is true, Thomas…"
She sighed lazily.
"…But honestly?"
A grin appeared on her face.
"…They seem kinda weak."
She grabbed a gigantic chunk of meat with one hand.
"…Yowai mo."
The red-haired swordsman chuckled quietly.
Then—
the inn doors opened.
The Swords entered.
Mica immediately sat down and yelled—
"ONE LECHON PLEASE!"
Ornstien adjusted his cracked horns.
"…Dragon tail skewers."
A pause.
"…And a diet juice."
Desiree sat down calmly.
"…Just a gallon of water."
Then—
Jhonathan walked in last.
"…Braised steak."
The entire inn became quieter.
Not because he said anything.
But because his aura alone felt heavy enough to suffocate the room.
The God Slayers immediately noticed him.
Thomas slowly stopped drinking.
The white-haired girl's smile disappeared.
Even the tattooed swordsman narrowed his eyes seriously.
Jhonathan stared directly at them.
Cold black eyes.
No fear.
No hesitation.
Then he walked toward their table.
Every adventurer nearby immediately moved away.
He stopped inches from them.
"…Why are the God Slayers here?"
Silence.
The pressure in the room became unbearable.
Even the giant Thomas instinctively gripped his mug tighter.
Jhonathan's aura felt monstrous.
Majestic.
Like standing near a walking calamity disguised as a human.
Then—
without another word—
he turned around and walked back toward his table.
The moment he left—
Thomas slammed both hands onto the table.
"WHY IS ONE OF THE SWORDS THAT STRONG?!"
The white-haired girl stared at Jhonathan's back silently.
For the first time—
she looked genuinely nervous.
"…So that's the Undying Knight…"
Even the tattooed swordsman felt chills run down his spine.
They had heard rumors.
But seeing him in person was different.
His existence alone felt dangerous.
And somehow—
that only made them want to kill him even more.