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"Is he serious?" Alexander eventually asked once the awkward silence became unbearable. "Does he always order around existences stronger than him?"

Jordan and Wilfred wanted to deny that statement, but they limited themselves to sigh. Noah could be overbearing at times, but he had brought indisputable benefits to the Legion.

"Let's talk for a while," Wilfred sighed. "I will tell you who Defying Demon is. You can choose whether to listen to him afterward."

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Noah ignored the events happening in the sky. He didn't care too much about them. Alexander was an incredible existence, but he had to focus on his power and targets.

'I must improve the workshop before searching for the secret organization,' Noah thought while sitting cross-legged inside his cave. 'I need more trump cards. I can't rely on the cursed sword as often as before.'