Plot

Royal Palace of Wilfharm

Within the grand halls of Wilfharm's Royal Palace, a man dressed in opulent robes paced back and forth, his fists clenched tightly behind his back. The room was adorned with velvet curtains, golden chandeliers, and intricate paintings depicting past rulers. Despite the grandeur, the atmosphere was thick with frustration.

Seated upon a luxurious, high-backed chair, Prince Agustin Wilfharm scowled, his golden eyes filled with irritation. He had been brooding over the same issue for months, yet no matter what he did, it remained unresolved.

"Damn that princess!" he growled, slamming his fist against the armrest. "She has been refusing my proposal for an alliance at every turn! That foolish woman—she's clearly weak, barely at the Fifth Order with an insignificant military force! She should be grateful that a Sixth Order king like myself would even consider elevating her pathetic nation!"

His voice echoed through the chamber, startling the attendants standing by the door. They dared not speak, knowing full well that the prince's temper was legendary.

"If she were to marry me, not only would I strengthen her miserable kingdom, but she would gain the backing of my uncle—one of the Five Great Commanders of the Empire! Yet, she continues to reject my offer as if she actually has a choice!"

Agustin gritted his teeth, remembering how many times Roselle Aelfhim had turned him down. He had been pursuing her for years, offering power, influence, and wealth, but she had refused him each time without hesitation. It was an insult.

His only logical conclusion?

"She must be plotting something!" he muttered, his eyes narrowing.

For weeks, whispers had been circulating that Princess Roselle had formed a contract with a demon. The rumors alone were concerning, but what was truly alarming was that ever since the rumors surfaced, she had been rapidly increasing in power.

Even the spies he had planted within Aelfhim couldn't provide definitive answers.

"**All they say is that she rarely appears in public anymore. She remains locked away in her training grounds, where only her screams can be heard—as if she is battling someone."

A shiver ran down Agustin's spine. What was happening in Aelfhim?

Could she truly have gained the power to oppose him?

His expression darkened. It didn't matter.

"Even if she reaches the Seventh Order, it will make no difference." His voice was laced with malice. "**Her military is pitiful. My forces alone could wipe out Aelfhim within days. Not to mention, I have access to the Adventurers' Guild—and I am more than capable of buying their loyalty."

Wilfharm was far more prosperous than Aelfhim. Unlike her small, feeble kingdom, Wilfharm had its own Adventurers' Guild, and money spoke louder than bloodlines.

There were over twenty Sixth Order adventurers in Wilfharm alone.

Even better, the Guild Master was a Seventh Order warrior, a man whose strength rivaled commanders of the empire.

Agustin smirked.

"With the guild at my disposal, that foolish princess will crumble before my might."

Seizing a nearby quill, he dipped it into an inkpot and began to write a letter to the guild master.

"If Roselle refuses to submit willingly... then I will break her."

A Day Later—Wilfharm's Streets

The lively streets of Wilfharm bustled with activity. Merchants lined the roads, their stalls overflowing with vibrant fabrics, exotic spices, and shimmering jewels. The air was thick with the scent of freshly baked bread, grilled meat, and sweet pastries.

Among the crowd, Gerald walked beside his younger sister, Genny, his silver hair reflecting the morning sunlight. The two siblings were engaged in a lively conversation, with Genny practically skipping beside him.

"Big brother! What kind of dress are you gonna buy me?" she asked excitedly.

Gerald chuckled, ruffling her hair. "Anything you want, Genny. I have enough money to spoil you today."

He had found two gold coins on the bodies of the men he had killed the day before, and in this kingdom, that was a fortune.

Ten bronze coins could buy a full meal and rent a small room for a day.

One silver coin could feed a family for two weeks.

One gold coin was enough to live comfortably for years.

With two gold coins, Gerald had more than enough to pamper his sister while keeping some for emergencies.

As they strolled past the bustling marketplace, Genny suddenly stopped in her tracks.

Her red eyes widened as she pointed toward someone in the crowd.

"Hey, big brother! Look!" she exclaimed. "That boy looks just like you! But he has my eye color instead!"

Gerald followed her gaze.

His breath hitched.

Among the crowd, a young man with silver hair and crimson pupils walked alongside a taller, more imposing figure.

The resemblance was uncanny.

Gerald frowned. "Genny, don't point at people like that. It's rude, and they look wealthy. We don't want trouble."

But even as he said that, his heart pounded.

The silver-haired boy wore an elegant silver leather outfit adorned with blue patterns, something only nobles could afford.

And the man beside him…

Gerald's body tensed instinctively.

The taller figure had long, flowing black hair that reached his waist, and his crimson eyes carried a presence that sent chills down Gerald's spine.

He was dressed in black robes, simple yet immaculate, and despite his calm demeanor, Gerald could feel the sheer pressure radiating from him.

"That man…" Gerald thought. "He's dangerous."

Meanwhile, with Luseraph & Beelzebub

Luseraph smirked, glancing at Beelzebub.

"Beel, did you hear that?" he teased. "**The little girl thinks you might be related to them! You're not from the Sixth Hell, after all—could they be your family?"

Beelzebub frowned, his silver hair swaying as he turned his gaze toward Genny and Gerald.

"Ridiculous." His voice was sharp. "If that were true, it would mean I was… human.**"

Yet, something in his expression shifted as he observed Genny's eyes.

Luseraph's own eyes gleamed as he followed Beel's gaze.

"Interesting…" Luseraph murmured. "That girl's eyes. They're… different."

A powerful energy pulsed from them, faint but unmistakable.

"That child has Demon Eyes."

Beel's eyes narrowed.

"Demon Eyes? But she's human."

Luseraph chuckled.

"**Indeed, but those aren't ordinary Demon Eyes. Even though they're unawakened, I can tell—if fully awakened, they would rival the Demon Eyes of the Fifth Hell."

His gaze flickered toward Gerald.

"And that boy…" He smirked. "He's contracted with a True Spirit. He's far from ordinary."

Luseraph took a step forward.

As he approached, Gerald immediately bowed his head.

"Forgive my sister, sir! She didn't mean to point at you!"

Luseraph smiled.

"No need to apologize. It's understandable. After all, my friend here does look quite similar to you."

His hand landed lightly on Gerald's head, ruffling his hair playfully.

Beelzebub scowled.

"Master… that's unfair."

Luseraph chuckled.

Meanwhile, Genny's heart pounded as she stared into Luseraph's crimson eyes.

They were mesmerizing.

"Your eyes… they're beautiful," she whispered.

But suddenly, her head throbbed.

A strange sensation swelled in her Demon Eyes—as if they were awakening.

Luseraph immediately withdrew, sensing the change.

"Enough for now," he murmured.

With a final glance, he and Beelzebub turned away, leaving the siblings behind.

As they walked, Luseraph smirked.

"See, Beel? I told you the human world was interesting."