"I know... if it weren't for you, all those present would likely have perished. With Yake defeated, Anlong United Kingdom would have become history, and we, the former rulers, would not have ended well... Now, I only wish for my family to live a peaceful life, and I am very grateful to you, Your Majesty Ibrayin."
Ibrayin nodded slightly and, with hands clasped behind his back, turned around again.
"I will continue to uphold my promise to escort you to the capital of Beelzebub Kingdom, 'Mostima'... But after that, you need not pray in my honored name anymore."
Hearing Him reaffirm the promise, King Tiha Moyier knew His Majesty Ibrayin was establishing a boundary, but he also understood that he had no bargaining chips to retain him, so he nodded in resignation.
However, after a few seconds of contemplation, he made one final request to His Majesty the Saint:
"Your Majesty, I would like to implore you for one last thing."
"Speak."
Ibrayin said, not turning back.
