Deep in the underground archives, where the records of the Rekordak concentration camp lay buried, Primien sat alone in the darkness. Dust gathered on the worn chair beneath her as she quietly turned each brittle page, reading them one by one.0

... 339 individuals classified as specially monitored. A portion of them were requisitioned for labor by Count Iggyris of the Freyden family.0

Freyden was the land where Primien was born, where she lost her parents, and where hopelessness became her only companion. A land of bitter winters and biting cold, where crumbling log cabins stood in ruin, and hunger stretched on for days.0

Primien remembered melting snow just to have something to swallow, licking scraps from the frozen ground—those miserable days that seemed to never end.0

The list included names such as Roafrun, Bainsmore, and Geckrel…0

Primien knew the crimes of every name on that list. Roafrun was a maniac who had butchered thirteen people and sold their flesh, Bainsmore was a guard who had beaten a noble to death for attempting to violate his sister, and Geckrel was an apothecary who had poisoned a river, erasing an entire village from existence.7

Ten days later, only two of the thirteen laborers returned. Count Iggyris stated that the remaining eleven had died during the course of their labor.1

Primien reached for the document.0

Shhhiing—0

With a touch of her mana, Primien created an exact replica of the record from the archive, and she could already sense it—Scarletborn’s oppression would soon escalate, spreading like wildfire. As always, in the wake of great catastrophe, retribution would follow, sparing not a single one of them.0

History had always repeated itself, and this time, the Scarletborn would be its next inevitable target. That was why...0