Uncontrollable anger. Hatred directed at everything before him.
Lucian de Luxilion, the second prince of the Luxilion kingdom, entered the royal hall.
Before his father, the king of Luxilion, who was on his throne, Lucian raised his sword.
His jet-black hair, the black veins that carved his body and face, and the black sword that radiated a terrifying aura, caused everyone who saw him to immediately retreat.
There was no awe in their eyes. Only fear.
"You... Do you know what you've done?!" The king of Luxilion, Lucian's father, tried to muster up the courage to confront Lucian.
"You've created an unforgivable mess! You're a traitor to the kingdom!!"
"Shouldn't a hero protect his kingdom?!" The king continued to ramble, spouting words of importance and responsibility.
Hearing this, Lucian's red eyes glared at the king, his father.
Lucian laughed sarcastically.
"You act like you're a wise man."
"You speak as if you're righteous."
"King of the human kingdom, Luxilion, what have you been doing all this time?" Those piercing eyes looked on with anger.
Lucian's expression showed intense hatred.
"What's with that attitude! You're standing before the king! You no longer even have a right to the throne!" The king, who was actually afraid, acted innocent.
Lucian gritted his teeth.
"You're the one who doesn't realize your current position!"
"If you're truly a king, properly carry out your duties and responsibilities to the people!"
"You, who have always acted like a beacon of light in the eyes of the people, are actually a fang tearing them apart."
"A king who should be leading his people, instead pushes them into the abyss called war."
"A king who should be protecting his people, instead binds them in chains of slavery!"
"A king who should be acting justly, instead destroys justice itself!"
The king and the people were shocked. Not a single one dared to speak.
"You even laughed at their suffering."
"You even applauded their deaths."
"A child lost its mother because of the economic crisis."
"A wife lost her husband because of war."
"A father lost his family because of someone else's greed."
The black aura surrounding Lucian slowly rose.
Gripping his black sword, Lucian slowly walked forward.
"If there is no justice, then I will judge."
He began to climb the steps of the throne.
The terrified king fell from his throne and tried to crawl backward.
"If there is no judge, then I will judge."
However, due to Lucian's pressure, the king couldn't move properly.
His black sword had fallen right next to his neck.
"You and those degenerate nobles... must die."
The king's eyes trembled with fear as he saw the black sword. Cold sweat broke out on his face.
He immediately crawled and grabbed Lucian's leg, begging for forgiveness.
"Calm yourself, son. Look... I-I am your father..." Forcing a smile onto his face, the king looked at his son.
No, it wasn't his son anymore.
The red eyes that stared at him looked like the abyss of death.
The figure before him wasn't his son.
Not the second prince.
Not the hero.
"When your little people begged for mercy and even prostrated themselves before the castle, when their skin was burned by the heat of the sun and even shivered from the cold rain... just to ask for justice and help from you..."
"What were you doing then?"
A calm yet strangely terrifying voice pierced his eardrums.
"You, who even knew the rottenness of your subordinate nobles, instead of stopping them, instead participated with them..."
"What were you thinking then?"
The eyes that stared at him pitifully.
The king's mouth opened and closed tremblingly, but no words came out. Quickly, all the crimes he had committed flashed through his mind.
He who laughed as he watched the slaves being tortured.
He who watched as a mother begged for mercy for her child.
He who applauded the beheadings of poor, innocent people.
He who started a war and secretly kidnapped citizens of other races to enslave and torture.
And made the hero before him shed needless blood.
A war that claimed countless lives just for his pleasure.
The king of Luxilion, his father, who stood before him, laughed with a twisted, terrified face. He could no longer distinguish between reality and the dream world.
Whether he admitted his mistakes and regretted his actions or not, he did not know.
No, he did not need to know. Because the head of the man before him was now separated from his body.
The king of the human kingdom, Luxilion, had been killed by the hero, the second prince, Lucian de Luxilion.
News that several nobles had been killed by the hero had spread rapidly among the people. Some were afraid, but others were also happy.
The news also reached the ears of the first prince of the Luxilion kingdom, the prince who had been crowned crown prince and would inherit the throne.
Lucian's older brother, Alexian de Luxilion, was in another city. Immediately upon hearing the news, Alexian hurried to the kingdom to meet his father, the king.
However, as soon as he arrived, he saw an unexpected sight.
In the throne room where the king sat, he saw a man with hair as black as night, with black veins visible from his hands to his face, holding a sword as black as his hair.
There he also saw the king pleading with his face twisted in fear. Soon, the king's head was separated from his body.
Unable to process what he saw, Alexian was so shocked that he froze in place.
Recognizing a presence, Lucian turned and looked at Alexian. For a moment, Alexian didn't recognize the man who had beheaded his father.
After a moment, Alexian regained consciousness.
"You! Do you know what you've done?!" He realized it was the hero of the human race, the second prince, his younger brother, Lucian de Luxilion.
"This is treason against the kingdom and against the human race!" Alexian angrily pointed at Lucian, who stood with blood on his hands.
Lucian didn't seem surprised, but instead smiled sarcastically at his brother.
"You said that to me, so what am I supposed to say to you?" Lucian slowly walked down and approached him.
Seeing Lucian approaching, Alexian unconsciously took a few steps back, his face slightly frightened.
"If what I did was treason, then what should I call what you've done?"
"Shouldn't you look in the mirror?" Lucian stopped right in front of Alexian.
His seemingly calm face was frightening.
"Brother? No."
"Prince? No."
"Heir to the throne? No."
"Ah."
Lucian's eyes glared angrily at Alexian.
"Crowned rat." Lucian smiled hatefully.
Alexian's eyes widened.
"You! How insolent of you to call me, the first prince, that!"
"Who do you think you are?!" Despite his fear, Alexian continued speaking.
"Heh, you insolent bastard." Lucian grabbed Alexian by the throat.
"You, the corrupt man who arbitrarily proposed a tax increase and ate most of the taxes your people had worked so hard to collect."
"You, the gambler who used his subordinates as betting stakes."
"You also funded the slave sale."
Alexian, still struggling to free himself from Lucian's grip, looked shocked. His face seemed to be asking how Lucian knew.
"Are you curious how I knew?"
"Well, I'm not that stupid."
Lucian's grip tightened, making Alexian almost lose consciousness because he was out of breath.
"Ah." Lucian released his grip.
Alexian, who fell, coughed and tried to catch his breath.
"You, who are even more rotten than trash shouldn't die so easily."
"But..." Lucian drew his black sword.
"Since you really have to die soon, I will at least give you a fairly painful death."
"You know? Severed heads can still see their bodies for a few seconds."
"W-wait... D-don't..." Before he could finish his sentence, the first prince's head was separated from his body.
Looking at the headless body, Lucian's expression did not change much.
"Yes... this is the right thing."
Lucian slowly started to laugh. Laughter filled with madness.
He slowly walked down the hall. After a while he stopped.
He looked at the mirror that reflected himself.
His bright blonde hair had now turned jet black. Black veins carved into his face. And those red eyes that look scary.
"Not everyone is good..."
"Perhaps there are more of them who are rotten like trash."
"Perhaps even everyone in this kingdom..."
Lucian raised his head, his eyes focused on the ceiling of the room, no, more accurately, he tried to imagine seeing a real sky.
"Even the gods just stared at it silently..."
"No, did they even see it?" Lucian muttered.