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The strong survivors—The Rowoon Kingdom.
Rowoon Kingdom's power spread throughout the entire world. Kingdoms feared it, and some became subservient to it. Some tried to curry its favor, while others plotted against it, and still others were hostile due to dying business relationships with kingdoms that vouched for war.
It was to the point where it finally became the strongest Kingdom in the Eastern continent, earning itself the title of an Empire after the kingdom’s elected leadership.
Emperor Alver Crossman brilliantly charmed the Kingdoms and duchies. He lead the empire safely to prosperity and peace. He carefully threaded the paths of the dark creatures where equality became the norm.
He wouldn’t be able to achieve all that if not for his most trusted vassal and his most closest aide.
The Emperor’s Sworn Brother and the Empire’s Prime Minister.
Yes, you fucking read it right.
Cale Henituse, the supreme commander of the Rowoon Empire's forces, is plotting treason in front of the Emperor.
"You fucking bastard, you really want to murder me, huh?"
This jerk dongsaeng swears allegiance to his slacker life in the distance. As if slacker life would approach him even after he had been killed? He will be laughing in his grave with all this paperwork!
"I would like to kick your a$$ right now and have you kick the bucket right now, my bastard Hyung-nim; remember, I clearly did not sign up for this shit!" Cale exclaims.
Both of them are literally buried in paperwork.
While doing all this paperwork, they both have huge eyebags on their faces, pale skin, and a similarly caffeine-overdosed haziness.
"That is it!" Cale exclaims, slamming the pen down on the table, "I am filing for a leave!"
"You jerk, come back here and do your fair share of shit!"
"I do not want to, so I am requesting indefinite leave!"
Cale jumped out the window, leaving the emperor to die with all of this paperwork.
"Of course, if I die from overwork, you are going to be Emperor, you bastard," he says, intending to make Cale Emperor for a year after his death. He laughs, but a reality check is in order.
"I regret being sworn brothers to the person who keeps sending me paperwork for the rest of my life."
That guy will jinx everything in his way and be with work-nim. He bets he’d be adopting another bastard without knowing he'd be adopting one again.
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"Find this Man," Lante says, placing a portrait of the worst enemy impeding Agriche is dealings with the Western and Eastern Continents.
Deon looks at it and then at Roxanna. He took the portrait and the mission he was given.
One, steal information about the Rowoon Kingdom. and;
Assassinate the man known as Cale Henituse.
Rowoon Empire. The world's most powerful empire, ruling over two continents on the other side of the globe. This Empire had suppressed Agriche's underworld businesses and had blocked all arms deals with kingdoms that wanted to fight it.
Rowoon Empire's underworld is ruled by someone powerful and influential.
Someone that not even Agriche could stop.
He looked at the redheaded man in the picture.
He’s a handsome young man and a brilliant tactician. He previously led the Rowoon’s Northeast Knights and Naval forces and defeated the man who closed the largest deal the Agriche had.
No wonder, Lante is agitated and wants to kill him.
I want to break him.
Strong people are people that he wants to break slowly but surely.
Deon took the paper and flew to the opposite side of the world.
He entered the Ubar Region and successfully infiltrated the Rowoon Empire as an immigrant.
He looked around the towns and cities. Despite the ruins that adorned the landscape, there were no signs of oppression. People are laughing and smiling to their hearts' content, while others are unhappy because they are unable to achieve certain goals.
Staying at one pub, he hears.
“Now that Cale Henituse has become prime minister, corrupt officials are busy saving themselves.”
"Taxes have also been reduced and are based on a person's ability to pay!"
"Not only that, but the Empire has been hiring talented employees, whether you are a noble or a commoner!"
"Right! It is usually the Academy's graduates or high-ranking nobles who would surely sit on those key positions, but a commoner (well, mercenary) took the official scribe position!"
"Not only that, but officials deployed in regions are also commoners."
"There was one commoner official who abused his authority and was demoted; despite his skillful concealment, Young Lord Silver Light was able to dig on it!"
"I wonder if Young Master Silver Light controls the Empire's underworld as well!"
“We can be at ease!”
The titles are cringeworthy, but based on how people address and regard his target, he believes he is more important than the Emperor himself.
He is like a treasure that everyone in this place reveres.
Deon finished his drink and set out for the Henituse Duchy. Weston City was unlike any other town or city he would ever visited. It was even more bustling and prosperous.
He took a look at the marble castle. The Duchy hires knights. Deon signed up.
It is better to be cautious in such a setting than to rush through it. He has no idea what will happen to him if he acts rashly in this, the Empire's strongest fortress.
He walked through the Castle's gates. There were young knights and squires hoping to join the knights.
He took his cloak off. It is a good thing he changed his clothes before coming here.
He was taking a wooden sword calmly when he noticed someone staring at him with such a murderous aura. He turned around calmly and noticed a black-haired man standing in front of the knights. There’s a butler as well.
They’re strong.
He thought. Especially the swordman with the black hair. He is powerful.
He can not stop smirking. He wants to fight them. His inner beast is roaring with rage to fight them.
"You," the swordsman said, motioning for him to step forward.
He carried out his instructions calmly. He kept his bloodlust under control. He understands that if he fights them head-on, nothing good will come of it. He has a mission to complete, and being on enemy territory may not be enough to ensure his survival.
Especially with these monstrous people.
He lowered his head and acted like it’s nothing.
The butler was looking at him. He was smiling slyly at him.
“He’ll be good.”
“I thought so too.”
“Follow me.” The old butler spoke and led him inside. He was obediently walking behind the old man when he spoke, “Don’t think of doing funny things.”
He calmly looked at him. The sly smile changed into a vicious one.
“You may have perfectly kept your bloodlust but that won’t work here.”
This old man is not just a simple old man.
He was wondering about his next move. They entered a room—rather, a bedroom.
“Young Lord, there’s someone strong in the group.”
He looked at the bed. Kitten’s peeked from the blacket and at the same time, someone rose from the bed.
“I told you not to disturb my sleep.”
Deon’s heart beat so loudly after he heard such a deep voice.
His sweat rolled down his cheeks like beads.
The man in front of him was no joke. There is an aura that keeps him on his toes. It is the first time anyone has ever suppressed him solely through aura.
He can’t help but feel turned on.
His sadistic tendencies are resurfacing.
This lust... this bloodlust... It is the sound of him wanting to break this man and make him his doll.
In the same way that Roxanna will be in his hands in the future.
Yet...
"Haha." A sinister laughter echoed inside the room. It's worse than Lante's evil laughter or Roxanna's cunning giggles.
“You’ve found a lunatic, Ron.”
“Choi Han found him.”
Deon realized he had approached the redhead instinctively. He took out his sword and brandished it to threaten the man into submission, but—
Why am I lying on the ground?
He only saw himself lying on the floor. A man was pinning him to the ground. A sword in his face, an old man holding his hair, and a knife around his neck.
He had no idea what had happened. It happened so quickly that all he could think about was pinning and breaking this man.
He looked up. The bright light finally let him see the man’s face.
Cale Henituse, the man that he was ordered to kill, was more dangerous than Lante himself.
“Hey.” He spoke, he’s a noble as well, “Want to have an alliance with me?”
He can use this man to suppress Lante. He can go after him after Lante is dealt with. He can make use of this man first, and break him after breaking Roxanna.
"Tell me, fool.” The man’s feet caressed his cheeks down to his chin. The man forced him to look up to him, with his toes and his chin, and said, “Why would I stand on equal ground with you when you're made to be under my feet to lick and worship me?"
This red color that Deon Agriche's eyes mirrored.
"Lower that head."
This overwhelming madness.
In a crazy world, it’s only his insanity that will keep him sane.
Yet…. This wonderful bloodlust and threat are keeping him in control.
"You're a rag I can throw away."
Insanity is often the logic of an accurate mind overtasked.
The desire to be dominated made him want to scream in delight.
This man is perfection!
This is lust that Deon had been searching throughout his entire life.
TBC