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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 90

“This isn’t what I helped with all my might for.”

Lucas followed Derrick because he believed in his qualities as a king: the pure bloodline with deep red eyes, stronger than other demons, the powerful presence that immobilized others, and the ability to lead a region with dignity.

All these attributes made Derrick Vaisil the perfect future king that no one could deny.

“So, did the spell finally succeed when you went there?”

“Yes.”

At Liam’s unhesitant answer, Lucas covered his forehead with his hand as if he were going crazy.

“To think you’d alter the curse that way.”

A demon who turns even misfortune into opportunity. Ah, he was indeed a King too valuable to lose just like this.

But it seemed too late to undo things now. To stop him, they shouldn’t have let Hannibal play his tricks from the start, and they should have somehow prevented him from falling for that human woman.

The latter’s influence was probably the greatest. Knowing this would happen, he should’ve killed that human woman. Regretful thoughts surfaced effortlessly.

Lucas’s lips moved several times as if he wanted to say something.

“… So, you won’t be returning here now?”

His voice, which finally came out slowly, was unlike his usual self. It was deeply subdued.

“Yes. He made all the arrangements to ensure that.”

“…”

“If you miss the King, you can go to the Human World. Why do you look so sad?”

“Who’s sad? If you’re going to talk nonsense like that, just shut up.”

Liam shrugged at the ever-youthful Lucas, despite his age. Seeing him like that, Liam understood why he had handed over the deputy position despite his playful nature. Lucas cherished everything about the Demon World more than anyone.

Liam slowly turned his eyes outside the castle.

Unlike this place, where even the moon in the sky was pitch black, where their King was heading would be endlessly colorful and bright.

* * *

Judith had been staring at the two invitations on the table for several minutes.

One was dazzlingly decorated with gold on a white background, while the other was black and red, secretive yet alluring. These two contrasting invitations pointed to the same date and time.

Who on earth?

No matter how much she thought about it, she couldn’t figure out who sent them. In the end, to uncover the identity of the black invitation, she had no choice but to attend the royal banquet.

A sense of repulsion surged. Imagining herself among onlookers eager to tear her apart already made her throat tighten as if suffocating.

… Should I at least inform Marchioness Dyer?

What bothered her the most was Marchioness Dyer. Since the funeral, the Marchioness had visited Judith regularly and worried about her condition. But at that time, Judith wasn’t in the state of mind to meet anyone, so the butler had skillfully turned her away repeatedly. After returning to the Marquisate, their contact had completely stopped.