Last Night — Royal Capital, 11:00 PM
Two guards stood outside the Royal Museum, the moon shining on the white stone walls.
"Hi, sir. My name is Handsome," the young guard said proudly.
The captain stared at him.
"…Your name is Handsome?"
"Yes, sir. My parents loved drinking. They named me Handsome while drunk."
The captain sighed. "Okay, okay. My name is Bary, and I'm your captain. Our mission is simple:
Don't let anyone enter the museum at night.
Easiest job in the world."
Bary glanced at Handsome.
"You have any children?"
"Yes, sir. Two boys."
Before the captain could reply—
BOOM!
A massive explosion rocked the ground.
Dust and smoke shot into the sky.
Another BOOM followed.
And another.
And another.
"Captain! Explosions at the east wall!" Handsome yelled, ringing the alarm bells.
Bary squinted into the smoke.
"I can see… five figures. Demons."
Handsome grabbed his spear—
but before he could take two steps—
SHING!
A sword pierced straight through his back, out his chest, and up through his neck.
He froze… then collapsed.
"HANDSOOOOME!"
Bary roared and charged.
He fought five demons alone for nearly five minutes, swinging, dodging, blocking — buying time.
Demons were strong. Fast. Brutal.
But Bary didn't fall.
Not yet.
Finally, the Royal Army arrived and joined the fight.
Spells lit up the night sky.
Swords clashed.
Demons screeched.
One demon teleported inside the museum during the chaos.
Then — another explosion.
When it was over, five demons lay dead.
One escaped… carrying King Ram's body.
The museum, once a beautiful white building, was now half black, half destroyed, its walls blown open.
Bary knelt beside the body of Handsome.
"This… is for you," he whispered. "You brave idiot."
Royal Palace — 12:00 AM
The King sat on his throne, furious.
"WHAT happened in the middle of the night!?"
The captain of the Royal Army bowed deeply.
"Your Majesty… we have a problem.
There was a demon attack on the Royal Museum.
We killed five demons.
But one escaped with King Ram's body."
The King slammed his fist on the armrest.
"FIVE demons!? After so many years!? They dare attack US?"
The captain hesitated.
"Sir… it was actually six demons. One escaped."
The King froze.
"…Six demons… and one escaped with Ram…"
The King's right-hand advisor stepped forward.
"Sire, we cannot ignore this. This is war."
The left-hand advisor nodded.
"My King, we must alert the people. Start war drills immediately. And… we must lower the academy age."
"What age?" the King asked.
"Training must begin at 10 years old, not 15.
We need more warriors."
The King closed his eyes.
"Prepare for war."
Morning — 7 AM — Mark's Home
Mark's father sat at the kitchen table, reading the newspaper.
His hands shook.
DEMON ATTACK ON ROYAL MUSEUM
KING RAM'S BODY STOLEN
FIVE DEMONS DEAD
HERO GUARD HANDSOME DIES IN BATTLE
Mark's father dropped the paper, tears filling his eyes.
"Handsome… my little brother…"
He clenched his fists.
"Demons… those bastards…
You've brought war to us again."