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, Connel's eyes suddenly snapped

"Haa..haaa..."

laborious and sweat tricked down the side of

back and opened the

small piece of paper shrouded by a mysterious

you've made

took out the paper that a raspy voice suddenly sounded from the other side

fixed on the

he soon raised his head and his eyes paused on a black

eyes shone in

"You're here," Connel said.

"Ku ku ku."

resounded throughout the room as the spectral figure took a step forward revealing the features of a black humanoid

in

about it? Are you interested in

"..."

Connel didn't answer immediately.

fixed on the creature before him, he

strength, you are only a Count ranked demon, while I'm ranked. Wouldn't I gain more if I signed a contract with another

"...You could."

the room, and sitting on the table, the black humanoid creature suddenly

tell you

"A story?"

His voice suddenly

don't have time for

will

the dark humanoid creature

demon out there. Purposeless. Just

his lips and leaned closer to Connel who

to Connel, the demon

convert the mana into demonic energy. It's the way we can feed

"Wha—"

"Ah! Tatatata!"

speak, the demon placed his finger on his

me finish my

bore

came from Connel's body, however, the demon simply

saying, there was once this demon, he was young, and well, he was a demon. Just like any other demon

over his chin, a thoughtful look appeared on the demon's face

"... Purposeless?"

fingers, he looked

is the best way I could describe his

Demon King, we can't do anything we want. How should I say it for you humans to understand...ah! It's like going to work twenty-four hours a day without a

demon once again licked

if one

he leaned his face

got a purpose? ...Regardless of

do you

your

answered before

"Huh?"

had gotten swept by the demon's

the demon's face when

"Correct."

the desk, the demon sat down on

his hand, he stared at

of a bigger board at play? What would you do if you were in the

smile faded. His shift in demeanor sent

H..he's clearly weaker than

secretly swallowed

to reply when the demon answered in

be the best fucking piece

eyes, and the temperature