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Upon hearing that, Leon's expression shifted slightly before he turned to Miranda with a curious gaze.
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"Giant Race? Can you explain why?" He asked, straightening up.

Although he had never encountered the Giant Race in person, he had read about them in the books of the Library of the Holy Empire of Elysium and the Holy Orthodox.

According to those records, the Giant Race were incredibly powerful beings with towering physiques. The shortest among them stood around three to four meters tall, while the tallest were said to reach seven to ten meters.

They lived in several small groups but were governed by a supreme leader, similar to the emperor of the human race or the demon race.

Beyond that, Leon knew little. After all, the Giant Race had vanished more than 7,000 years ago, and the remaining records were merely fragments of history.

Miranda's expression darkened slightly as she replied in a cold tone, "You may not know this, Master, but during the war between the Evil God and the united races, the Giant Race secretly colluded with the Evil God and betrayed us. Fortunately, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero Luminus Troya managed to turn the tide, preventing catastrophic losses."

"Even so, their betrayal left most of the united races seething with anger and hatred toward the Giant Race."

"Oh?" Leon's eyebrows lifted slightly upon hearing the story. He hadn't expected such a twist in the Great War of the past.

"If the Giant Race betrayed everyone, why do they still exist today?" he asked curiously, taking a sip of his tea.

"Hah..." Miranda let out a small sigh, an exasperated expression rarely seen on her face. "To be honest, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson wanted to wipe out the entire Giant Race, and many high-ranking members of other races supported his decision. However..."

Massaging her temples, Miranda smiled wryly before continuing, "Hero Luminus Troya disagreed. He believed the Giant Race must have had their reasons and deserved a second chance."

"This difference in opinion led to a brief conflict between Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero Luminus Troya. Fortunately, they eventually reached an agreement—rather than exterminating the entire Giant Race, only those directly involved in the betrayal were put to death."

"I see..." Leon gave a small nod, narrowing his eyes slightly.

From Miranda's story, he could see the stark contrast between Demon Emperor Amon Crimson and Hero Luminus Troya—one pragmatic, the other idealistic.

Demon Emperor Amon Crimson was a realist who believed the Giant Race should be eradicated, while Hero Luminus Troya was an idealist who insisted they deserved a second chance.

To be honest, Leon found both perspectives reasonable, but deep down, he leaned more toward Demon Emperor Amon Crimson.

During the chaotic war against the Evil God, the Giant Race had chosen to betray the united forces of all races and side with the Evil God—an act that was clearly unforgivable.

Granting them a second chance was no different from saving a dying criminal who had committed countless heinous deeds.

Somehow, the idealistic nature of Hero Luminus Troya reminded Leon of the protagonists in certain isekai novels—naive and oblivious to the consequences of their actions.

"Well, that's no surprise. He is a hero, after all, and his nature is just like those main characters," Leon murmured with a small smile.

Turning to Miranda beside him, he asked, "In that case, how certain are you that the Giant Race will turn against me?"

Miranda fell silent for a moment before finally raising five fingers on her right hand and replying seriously, "I'm about 50% certain, Master. I still remember their betrayal clearly. Even though more than 7,000 years have passed, there's no guarantee their descendants won't do the same."

Leon nodded in agreement. A person's or a race's nature, character, and personality were largely shaped by their environment, but their ancestry also played a significant role.

If their ancestors had been traitors, the likelihood of their descendants following the same path was not insignificant.

His expression grew colder as he said, "When I arrive in the Giant Race's territory, I will first assess their situation. If they prove their loyalty to me, the Fated One, I will accept them and take no action—regardless of their ancestors' past betrayals. However..."

A faint smile, laced with killing intent, tugged at his lips as he continued nonchalantly, "If they have inherited their ancestors' treacherous nature, I won't hesitate to wipe them out."

It might seem ruthless, but he didn't care. He was neither a benevolent saint nor an idealist like Hero Luminus Troya.

His battle with the Evil God would determine the fate of the world. If he lost, everything would be destroyed, and everyone he cared about would perish.

He couldn't afford to be careless with anything that might jeopardize his future victory.

"I agree with you, Master. I will support all your decisions!" Miranda declared firmly.

In truth, she had also been deeply dissatisfied with Luminus Troya in the past. However, she had chosen to remain silent to avoid any conflict between her master, Demon Emperor Amon Crimson, and him.

After that, their conversation continued, revolving around topics closely tied to the hidden races.

Naturally, most of the discussion was led by Miranda, while Leon simply sat in silence, listening and occasionally asking questions.

Before they realized it, more than two hours had passed, prompting Leon to bring their conversation to an end.

"Thank you for the information, Miranda. It was really helpful," Leon said sincerely.

Miranda shook her head with a gentle smile. "You don't need to thank me, Master. This is my duty."

Leon let out a small chuckle but said nothing more. After exchanging a few brief words, Miranda's figure finally vanished from his sight.

As silence settled around him, Leon didn't immediately return to his room. Instead, he chose to sit a little longer, enjoying the cool night breeze and the starry sky above.

Just then, his eyebrows twitched slightly as he sensed someone approaching from behind, their movements deliberately concealed.

Before he could react, a pair of hands gently covered his eyes. At the same time, a cold yet smooth and melodious voice whispered from behind him.

"Guess who I am?"