If Lakrak died, others would reveal their hidden desires.

Lakrak and Zaol currently had two sons and one daughter, and though all three of them were still children, they were clever and courageous for their age. Therefore, no one could guarantee who would become the heir yet.

“But Quezle.”

“Yes?”

“I surely think I lack the qualities to be king.”

“What are you talking about? There has been no one like you on this continent, and there never will be.”

“Don’t say such things. Our descendents will be born on this land.”

“Why do you keep saying such things?”

Lakrak pointed at the bottom of the hill with his spear. The evil god was putting slaves and Vampires into its mouth regardless of who they were.

“Now there are less than half of them left. On the other hand, less than half of our warriors have escaped the fortress.”

“What?”

Quezle instinctively grabbed Lakrak’s wrist.

“King Lakrak.”

“I’ve witnessed such a scene several times. The power of the god won’t last long. You’ll survive if you go down the hill.”

“No, I can’t.”

“But that Bloodsuching Queen will survive as well. She’ll use the fortress to stop us and run away to the continent in the meantime. Many villages...