Eugene had no memories beyond a certain point. He could only deduce his past from the small recollection he recovered whenever a tattoo was removed. He knew absolutely nothing about who he truly was, where he lived, and what he did. Even his name—Jan Eugene—wasn’t his real name. Therefore, the most important goal for him was to regain his memory and past.

The reputation he had as an unparalleled knight?

The enormous wealth he amassed?

The status he had as Maren’s king?

Such things had simply come to him as he followed the trails to regain his past and to survive. He hadn’t been trying to achieve such things.

And now, he had secured a clue closely related to his purpose in life.

‘I didn’t come to Broadwin by chance.’

It felt as if his blood had turned cold. Even though he had lost his memory and power, he was still an Origin. He was the supreme monarch of vampires, a powerful being fit to be called the demon king. However, someone had moved him to their will.

‘It’s most likely a vampire. Most likely an Origin like me as well.’

He did not know who it was and what they were trying to achieve. However, he considered it a great harvest that he had obtained a clue. As such, Eugene gave up on his thoughts and turned his head.

“Hurry up. I will give you five seconds.”

Mirian quickly floated out of the lake, where she had been pretending...