Sixth

Crown Reylin loved three things; flames, fireworks, and bombs. He didn't spare any of these against those who insulted him due to his family. No, Crown Reylin wasn't born in a poor family. He was born into an outstanding family with every descendant prevailing in their industry! But as the first immersive game appeared on the market, Crown Reylin stepped in... to enjoy more of his hobby!
Flames, fireworks, and bombs! Empresses, the kings and their princesses, and many more people will feel them!
It was Reylin's time!











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I like them big, do you?

King Julian puked a mouthful of blood, his eyes turning around to stare into Zamram's hues. He saw resentment toward him in those, and authentic disgust bloomed further.

His son couldn't accept his father's doings, even if it was for their family's well-being. For his mother's sake, Zamram schemed with the Crimson Dragon!

Zamram glared with genuine hatred, then parted his lips, "I have managed to strike a deal with the Crimson Dragon. He will pass Prince Drwin to use and leave mother behind... We will join the Bom Family and become their vassals."

King Julian's eyes flashed with disappointment, and if he could speak, he would've called his son foolish.

After light dimmed within his eyes and he died a betraying death, King Julian's body dropped lifelessly.

Zamram turned his eyes toward Crimson Dragon.

"Could you bring Prince Drwin here?" Zamram politely asked.

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