The Author's POV

A maddening scribbling sound rang inside a dark room that was lit up by a pale yellow light coming from a small lamp sitting atop a large wooden desk.

Sat behind the desk was a male with long dark hair and green eyes. He was none other than Connal Rhinestone, Aaron's father.

His current state was a mess as his eyes bagged, his clothes were unkempt, and a heavy stench of alcohol permeated throughout the room.

"...H...how fucking dare they."

He muttered as his head slumped to the side of the table.

Bang—!

Standing up, he banged the table with his fist.

"Fuckers!"

He began to shout.

"How dare they do this to my son!? He is 876?! What bullshit is this!?"

As he screamed, his voice was filled with resentment.

The reason for this was because of the actions that the Union had taken after his son's death.

Instead of giving him his son's body back, the Union handed him to the Monolith and proclaimed him to be the wanted criminal 876.

The repercussions of such an announcement were extremely powerful, as not even a day after the announcement was made and huge protests began to parade beneath his guild as people started branding him and his guild members as 'Villains.' 'Murderers.' 'Supporters of evil.'

Their image was completely tarnished and the following day, many of the members proclaimed their resignation, and slowly one by one more and more members started to leave.

"Fuckk..."

Connal rolled his head on the table as his fist once again smashed against the table.

"What sort of bullshit was this? my son was 876? Impossible!"

Connal had already read about 876.

This was only natural, after all, the bounty on his head was huge, and it had indeed interested him in the past.

That being said, having read that, he knew exactly what it was impossible for Aaron to be 876.

It was clear that the Union was trying to frame his son in order to protect the actual 876, which was none other than the kid Ren Dover.

Connal would've been stupid to have not made that connection.

"Haaa..."

Slumping back down on his chair, Connel powerlessly looked toward the glass window of his office.

There he managed to catch city of the beautiful city that shone brightly in the night.

It was beautiful. Or that was at least how it used to look in the past.

However, now that his son was gone, everything started to become duller for him.

"A...Aaron."

A parent's worst nightmare was seeing their own son die before them.

Especially when it was broadcasted throughout the whole human domain.

Just recalling the image of his son being split into two, and his body laying down on the floor whilst everyone was cheering pained Connal's heart to no end.

He couldn't understand it.

"Why...why...why did this have to happen to my son?"

Connel mumbled repeatedly as he leaned forward on his desk and grabbed onto his head with both hands.

did we do to

Gulp—!

a mouthful of saliva,

"Haa..haaa..."

more laborious and sweat tricked down

saliva, he leaned back

out a small piece of paper shrouded by a

made

the paper that

Connel's eyes remained fixed on the paper

the paper, he soon raised his head and his eyes paused on a black

red eyes shone in

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

laugh suddenly resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took a

in Connal's hands, he

Are you interested in signing the

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

still fixed on the creature before him, he

terms of strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while

"...You could."

sitting on the table,

tell you a

"A story?"

knit. His

have time for

I'll bet you will wanna

dark humanoid creature started to

just like any other demon out there. Purposeless. Just

to Connel who was staring at him with

leaned closer to Connel, the

conquer planets and convert the mana into demonic energy.

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

Connel could speak, the demon placed his finger on his

finish my

bore down

the demon simply shrugged it

demon. Just like any other

a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's

"... Purposeless?"

he looked at

the

anything we want. How should I say it for you humans to understand...ah! It's like

the demon once again

would happen if one day that demon

hands on the desk, he leaned his

a purpose? ...Regardless of

do you think would

try your best to

before his

"Huh?"

swept by the demon's

appeared on the demon's face when he saw

"Correct."

desk, the demon sat down on the

hand, he stared at his

to tell you that I'm merely a pawn? A small piece of a bigger board at play? What would you do if you were in the same position as

the demon's smile faded. His

am I scared?... H..he's

thought as he secretly

his body back, Connel was just about to reply

obviously be the best

right through Connel's eyes, and