Prihi’s stepbrother, Puharen, was the youngest and became the crown prince as the queen’s only son. However, he held no interest in the throne and his feeble nature didn’t suit it either. He was also far too young to be king.

After the former king died, Prihi imprisoned Puharen with the help of her other siblings who also hoped to become king. Soon, Prihi’s siblings began to die one after another under mysterious circumstances. The third and fourth heirs passed away in fatal accidents. The second heir died from food poisoning and Prihi became the only one left.

“Devil?” Jin Sahyuk approached and interrupted my train of thought.

“Puharen is right over there.”

I nodded and gestured into the distance.

Jin Sahyuk’s expression immediately froze. She turned to face me in astonishment.

“Pu, what, Puharen!”

“Yeah.”

“You said he wasn’t here!”

“That’s what I thought.”

“What the…”

Stunned, Jin Sahyuk looked at the other side of the wall. Refugees approached the castle as Puharen’s demonic fog spread across the land.

“Fuck.”

Jin Sahyuk muttered. To her, Puharen symbolized fear itself. Her response seemed reasonable since Puharen’s devil, Morax, should be even stronger than Plucas.

“What happened?”

Prihi soon arrived. She climbed up the castle wall and looked at the procession of refugees stretched across the horizon.

“Refugees.”

A knight told her. I estimated at least 10,000 at a glance.

“Refugees?” Prihi frowned.

“Yes, it appears Schupert’s territory has experienced some kind of disturbance. They’re trying to take shelter here.”

Prihi...