After training Grakthos, Elvar returned to his room to rest.That night, the pain in his regenerated arm had subsided, replaced by a satisfying weariness. In his large, silent chamber, he felt immensely relieved knowing the mask he wore could assist his every move in combat.Elvar could use combat skills. Every movement was the result of his own body adapting to the mask's power.He realized the "Mask" didn't just give him the role of a King, but also the instincts of a fighter. His human body only needed to follow where the mask guided it.Furthermore, Elvar was someone who easily understood anything logical to him. Every obstacle and problem he faced, he could easily find a solution for and resolve with a cool head.And it was clear, day after day he lived, he received pain from the backlash of the mask's skills, as well as the pain from training.That "Burden of Pain" now felt like an annoying old friend. Elvar was no longer a crybaby who would call for his mother whenever he felt p

In the distance, a small village named Dril Village was visible, located right on the border of the Human Continent. The village looked simple, surrounded by a pointed wooden fence that was weathered in several parts. Several plumes of smoke rose from stone chimneys, indicating life within.The footpath they had taken from the Green Forest now turned into a hardened, muddy dirt road, clearly often used by carts. The inspection process at the border of the Human Continent was very strict to avoid undesirable things by the kingdom.The two guards standing at the simple wooden gate stopped Elvar and Carmilla. Their leather armor looked worn and scratched in many places, and their spears were held with a weary vigilance.At the same time, Elvar was told to show his human identification and show the face behind his mask.Regarding the face, I don't really mind, because my real face is still human.But what about identification?Perhaps I'll use my real name? And in the Demon Kingdom, I'll u