Chapter 727

〈 Chapter 727 〉 Part 2, Chapter 5, Section 20

The Commander has defeated Penril of Gale, a high-ranking officer of the Dark Legion!

Using “Banargande,” the Commander sealed off the dimensional gate set to open in the UK!

Waahh!

London and all of Britain erupted into celebration. The catastrophic disaster that could’ve obliterated the entire country was snuffed out in one fell swoop by the Commander’s power, leaving London completely unscathed.

Of course, there were some who suffered attacks from green-skinned monsters, but compared to the survival of all London, these were minor issues.

What mattered was that London—and Britain—had survived!

Survivors celebrated, praising the Commander and Banargande alike.

– Banargande and the Commander are probably having sex right now!


– Then let’s all have sex too!

Unintentionally, the two became catalysts for a rise in London’s birth rate, though neither party was aware. The Hero Association of London had no official statement.

– Why is the Hero Association still silent? Shouldn’t they be knighting the Commander or something?


– We can’t do anything if we can’t even contact the Commander… hahaha!

– But it’s the Hero Association!


– Exactly! Haha!

Even the Hero Association didn’t know where the Commander was.

Sure, rewarding him with honors and offering him residence in Britain would be ideal, but how could they round up every blond, blue-eyed white person in London just to interrogate them?

– Is the Commander leaving Britain?


– That wouldn’t be right! When someone does you a favor, you repay them!

– Grant the Commander British residency—or citizenship! And provide him with a place to live!!

After a well-deserved rest following their passionate post-celebration sex, people sobered up over drinks and faced a harsh realization.

– If we do nothing, the Commander will leave Britain, won’t he?

The Commander’s visit wasn’t for meeting the Queen, touring London, watching football matches, or even meeting the Round Table Heroes—it was solely to close the Wind Gate.

Having completed his mission, the Commander would return to his home country—or base of operations.

– He absolutely cannot leave!

Post-coital citizens hastily dressed and took to the streets. Despite official requests from the Hero Association to keep the Commander’s whereabouts secret, did anyone listen?

– Where is the Commander?!

Ultimately, the pressure landed on Sir Penward, representative of Parliament and President of the Hero Association. The media glare and collective gaze of the British populace bore down on him like daggers as he finally spoke under immense stress at an official press conference.

– Please calm down, fellow citizens. Regain your senses. The Commander will safely take to the skies…

Waahhhhhh!

All international airports were paralyzed.

“Thought he was incompetent, huh? Turns out he’s crafty.”

Watching the replay of the press conference, I couldn’t help but marvel.

Pretending it was a mistake, hinting that I’d be returning via airplane—what a clever ruse from that seemingly inept gentleman. What was his expression like when he made that slip-up?

‘Realizing it was genuine made me even angrier.’

Naturally, exposing classified information publicly called for repercussions, right?

But apparently, people possess something called ‘divine luck.’

“Boss, Sir Penward’s approval rating has broken 74% daily!”

“Remarkable. Swapping the front and back numbers of his approval rating in just one day.”

His approval rating soared from 47% after blocking the Manchester Gate to 74% in a single day.

Some worried about what might happen if the Commander got angry, but most demanded Penward resign due to his supposed incompetence.

“Enemies surround me now.”

Frankly speaking, the tickets I’d booked were rendered meaningless.

Every first-class seat on airplanes was occupied by heroes searching for the Commander and Banargande. Even former flight attendants-turned-hunters donned uniforms once more to join the hunt.

If they found the Commander, they’d likely claim bad weather or lack of proper food as reasons to turn the plane around.

This is known as the “Strawberry Return Flight” phenomenon—

[What’re you gonna do now?]

“Don’t worry too much. And don’t jump to conclusions. I’ll explain everything when I get back.”

On the other side of the screen, Seok Harang and everyone else were also in chaos.

It wasn’t just Britain—the world was flipped upside down by the exploits of the Commander and Banargande.

– Find cases of blonde, blue-eyed men entering the country!


– Someone from our country went to Britain?! For real?!


– You bastards! The Commander needs to come back here!

Every case of blonde, blue-eyed individuals flying into Britain around the time of my visit was being exposed.

With so many flights grounded due to monster threats and limited routes, it was easy to track who had traveled.

[Are all your alibis unraveling?!]

“Haha, don’t worry. Baek Cheonghwa has already ‘returned’ to Korea.”

Though my paper passport lacks an exit stamp, the electronic passport inside my magical gear shows Baek Cheonghwa left for London a day before the incident.

As for Raon, her passport has no exit record. She entered Britain using a forged passport under the name Fenris Park, a name that will forever remain in Britain.

“I’m heading back to Korea today. Don’t worry.”

[Seriously? Can I trust you?]

“Of course. Why would I stay in another country and play around while leaving you behind?”

[…Chiarra! Stay put in Kimhae when you return! I’m coming to the airport!]

Click. Seok Harang ended the call. I patted Fenris Park—Raon—who was staring at me intently. Her cat ears were nowhere to be seen.

“It’s pandemonium everywhere, isn’t it?”

“Isn’t it all because of you, Boss?”

“That may be true, but this level of attention is a bit excessive.”

The only reason I care about Britain is Aruel. It makes sense to return to Korea where all the heroines are gathered rather than staying in a place with just one heroine.

“I can’t even enter the airport.”

“Citizens have blocked the roads and are lying down to stop the Commander from leaving.”

Citizens desperate to prevent the Commander’s departure resembled hooligans. Their fervent loyalty to the national hero and SS+ grade hero was evident, a common sight in many countries across this world.

‘Without recruiting Baek Hee-a, leaving the country feels like going to war.’

Since acquiring Baek Hee-a to operate our private jet, free movement in and out of the country has been possible. Before that, even reaching the departure lounge was a challenge. And if I don’t return to Korea within a certain timeframe, it’s game over.

Assassins lurking in crowds could strike, a gate opening in Korea without the Commander’s intervention could devastate the land, or suddenly the whole Earth could erupt into seas of blue flames.

‘I need to head back to Korea now.’

Squeak.

I stopped the car. The rented magical vehicle would autonomously drive itself back to the garage.

“Raon, deactivate transformation.”

“Yes.”

Raon glanced around. Thankfully, we were by the seaside, far from prying eyes.

“…Transformation deactivation.”

Blushing, she recited the magic words, and her body was enveloped in mint-colored light. Revealing her silhouette from head to toe, the magical glow dissipated, revealing a medium-sized wolf.

“Hehehe…”

A wolf with lush black fur and mint-green eyes stood before us. Penril, now in her monster form, gleamed impressively. The cube embedded in her left eye sparkled as I applauded.

“Penril, paw!”

“Meow!”

Penril placed her forepaw on my hand.

“Good.”

I handed her a pre-prepared Mint Chocolate Macaron. The chilled treat melted instantly in her mouth.

“…I’m not adapting well, Boss.”

Back in her original attire, Raon marveled at the small version of the SSS-grade monster Penril. Our magical gear detected no signals despite the powerful creature wagging her tail before us.

‘The power of the Cube.’

With Spirit Jeolpung sealed in her ear, Penril could now freely switch between monster, beastman, human, and possessed forms thanks to the Cube’s power—the Mint Beam. Once we return to Korea, balance adjustments will occur automatically, but for now, she could fully showcase her SSS-grade monster capabilities.

“Is this Penril?”

“Yeah. Isn’t she cute?”

“This body is naturally adorable, nya.”

Despite being a wolf, Penril retained her cutesy meowing tone, making Raon slightly uncomfortable. I climbed onto Penril’s back and tapped the spot in front of me.

“Raon, get on. We’ll reach Korea faster if we ride Penril.”

“Ride Penril…?”

“Yeah. Penril, can you make reins?”

“Nya.”

Penril conjured mint-green reins-like handles connected to her neck and forelegs. Raon awkwardly straddled the front, gripping the handles tightly, resembling riding a motorcycle.

“Can we do this without a license?”

“Of course. I should grab onto something too.”

Squish.

I grabbed Raon’s chest firmly.

“Boss?!”

“Penril, go!”

“Nya!”

With a mighty leap, Penril soared into the sky. Folding space as she went, she dashed eastward through the heavens.

Swish-swash-swash.

I had to grip the handles tightly to avoid falling.

Sky path?

Wherever Penril runs becomes the road, and if it’s in the sky, then it’s the sky path, right?