*Bonus Chapter*

As I sat at one end of the wooden table, the roughness of the oak surface beneath my fingertips grounded me. At the other end of the table was a legendary figure, Moros Cardigan. The man who himself stopped the assault of three S-class demons during the Pulwama invasion-Lanced up, King Philip sat on the adjacent right seat of his father while Lilith sat to the left of the old man.

There was her who acted like she didn't give a fuck,

The tension in the room crackled as Lilith lounged casually, her legs swinging slightly beneath the table. The emperor, draped in rich, ornate robes, narrowed his eyes at me, his expression a mix of disdain and disbelief. The king, equally regal but with a sharper demeanour, clenched his jaw, clearly annoyed by the boy's presence.