"Silvado Calenta┉┉This is the name of my third son."
An old and heavy voice rang out, and the old king sitting high on the throne said his name. This is the name given to me by him. It has no meaning and is just a sign of inheriting his bloodline.
Silvado raised his head with difficulty and looked up at the king sitting in front of him, his father! Because of the surname 'Karenta', he became a prince, and that man gave him the necessities for survival. Whether it was food, shelter, clothing, or even the title of prince, he gave him charity. As long as he is willing, the king can withdraw his charity at any time, and he will lose everything in an instant, including his own life.
The king looked at Silvado and knocked the scepter on the ground fiercely: "Who do you think you are? So what if you are my son! Don't forget the reason why you can live until now and why you can still wear Those beautiful clothes and the delicacies you eat every day are all provided by me! How dare a good-for-nothing guy dare to make conditions in front of me!
The furious king made Silvado lower his head subconsciously and tremble. He had heard those words before. He once hoped that his father would give him some rights and troops, but his father refused him unceremoniously. When he said angrily When his identity was revealed, his father angrily kicked him out.
right! This is myself┉┉
Silvado remembered that this was his true self, not a king, not a king, but a ruler! He is just a poor man with nothing. Not even a single tree or plant in the Kingdom of Belrama belongs to him. Everything belongs to the king and his two brothers.
Step~
The sound of shoes on the stone floor reached Silvado's ears. In front of Silvado, Alyssa, who was wearing a luxurious evening dress, stared at him condescendingly. The look on Alyssa's face was arrogant and gentle. She seemed to be a phantom in another scene before. But at this time, Silvado discovered that the scene had changed again. This was the mansion of the Westphalen family, with a brightly lit banquet hall, a band playing beautiful music, and aristocratic men and women dancing on the dance floor. Alyssa and many young nobles in gorgeous clothes were standing around her. At this moment, a group of people were surrounding himself and Alyssa.
"Please respect yourself, Your Highness Silvado. I am already very tired so I cannot dance with you."
Alyssa said a cold word and then turned around and left surrounded by many young talents. No one in the entire venue was willing to take another look at Silvado. In the eyes of these nobles, Silvado, a guy who holds the title of prince but has no real power in the royal family, or even a sense of existence, actually wants to get involved with Jer, the richest businessman in the Kingdom of Belrama. Mr. Mori's daughter is simply a toad who wants to eat swan meat and overestimates her ability. You must know that even the eldest prince Victor gave extremely expensive gifts to Miss Alisa on her coming-of-age ceremony, and the second prince Dean also invited his sister Princess Rafina as her close friend from time to time. Alisa said nice things.
A fool who has no real power and only knows how to eat, drink and have fun all day long dares to lust after Miss Alisa in private. It's really stupid enough.
"Sorry, in my opinion an idiot is not suitable to be a king!"
Gold Saint Manigault also appeared behind Silvado, mocking him unceremoniously with his usual cynical expression.
"┉┉It's best to remember that both you and I are pawns in the hands of the master we serve, and only our master is the player in this chess game!"
Alexis, the white dragon who transformed into an elf, told a cold fact with a voice that was almost devoid of any emotions. This is a chess game between gods and demons, and all the powerful existences in the world that transcend the world, let alone Mortals and dragons are just pawns on this chessboard. Only the truly powerful ancient beings are chess players.
Submerged in darkness, Silvado no longer wanted to hear anything. I don’t want to see anything. I am just a superfluous person in this world. No one will need me and no one will care about me. Maybe it will be better if I die.
But~Silvado just felt unwilling to do so, why he couldn't get everything that others could get. The once overlord Garserik could become the emperor and rule the entire continent. Why can't I become the emperor? Alisa can look at the Holy Knight differently, why can't she fall into her arms, why can the two brothers become a battle for power but she can only become a spectator.
There are also those ancient and powerful existences, the gods in the sky, the demon masters from the abyss, and the god-killing dragons that live in the secret realm. I really want to become a powerful existence like them, overlooking all living beings from above. But why am I just a mortal? A pathetic mortal with no power whatsoever.
I hate it all so much! !
Strangely twisted emotions spread in Silvado's heart. Silvado did not blame himself for everything he had suffered. Instead, he just blindly pushed the cause to other factors, because he was not born well and because of his fate. It's unfair and it's because of others. Even now, Silvado still feels that he has no fault. He only desires power but doesn't want to pay too much. The whole person gradually became like a collection of evil, and the twisted emotions began to spread like growing vines, tightly entangled with Silvado's soul, distorting and binding it even more.
The black flames rose again, and this time the flames seemed to resonate with Silvado's soul. The fuzzy flames gradually began to take shape and slowly took on the feel of real flesh and blood. A man wearing a black windbreaker appeared on the table. In front of Elvado's eyes, the man in front of him had a tall figure and full of muscles, full of explosive beauty. He was like a stone statue carefully carved by craftsmen, giving him a feeling of antiquity and eternity. In terms of appearance, except for the crooked devil horns on his forehead and the eyes that gushed out like endless hell flames, he has a handsome appearance that can make countless girls fall in love with him in the world, but his temperament far exceeds that of any noble or even aristocrat. King, that gives people a powerful courage to control everything. Especially the terrifying murderous intent. If the murderous intent of a battle-hardened general is honed from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, then his murderous intent seems to contain the murderous origin of all creatures in the world from ancient times. Condensed! !
He is war, he is cruelty, he is destruction, he is the embodiment of killing in the world! ! The leader of the nine demon masters in the Twisting Nether, the Slaughter Master - Areguso! !
The secret altar built in the lord's mansion began to undergo strange changes. The blood pool in the central altar dried up quickly as if it had been swallowed by a whale. The succubus queen Sallyen, who had just fallen asleep, suddenly woke up. The surrounding abyss The rapid decrease in strength made Sallyen clearly feel the pressure from the law of the interface suddenly increase. Her whole body seemed to be filled with lead, and even moving a finger became extremely difficult.
What's going on┉┉Tasnia┉┉Come here! !
Sallyen wanted to shout, but the pressure generated by the law of the interface prevented her from getting even a word out of her throat. Under the rules of the entire world, the powerful succubus queen in the abyss was like a little ant about to drown. She climbed up from the bed in pain. Sallyen endured the pain and walked towards the altar. There must be something wrong with the altar. , otherwise the law of the interface would not be able to increase all of a sudden! !
damn it! Why did it suddenly become like this? No one should have broken into this place! !
While the succubus queen Sallyen was panicking, the murderous master in Silvado's dream, Areguso, looked at the mortals in front of him who exuded strangely twisted emotions and showed a strange smile. That smile seemed to be mocking Silva. His stupidity seemed to be mocking his stubbornness, but it was more like a self-deprecation of himself.
"If I had power┉┉If I was also the master of demons┉┉If I was also a god┉┉"
Silvado seemed completely unaware and repeated the same words like a broken puppet. Areguso's expression began to gradually become distorted at this moment, as if he was angered by the rudeness of a humble mortal, but he He tried his best to suppress the desire in his heart. It was a contradictory expression. All the muscles in Areguso's body were twitching abnormally. However, after a moment, Areguso seemed to suppress the murderous intention in his heart.
If the Succubus Queen Sallyen was here, then Sallyen would never believe that the murderous master she was loyal to would say such a thing of surrender. It would be hard to abandon the powerful identity of the demon master and become a humble mortal. Confidence.