Dimensional Dual Fantasy

The scorching summer sun makes life unbearable for many, yet there stands a building shrouded in shadow, beneath a heavy, ever-present mass of dark clouds over a Western European-style castle. Everything inside is adorned with a sinister and eerie theme.

Within the gloomy grand hall, a young man, appearing to be eighteen or nineteen with handsome features, reclines lazily on a sofa that seems to be made of extravagantly expensive leather. His eyes are half-closed, lost in thought, but from time to time, a vicious and venomous glint flashes across his gaze—one that belies his age.

On another throne in the hall sits a middle-aged man, coldly watching the youth. It is not hard to see from his face that he too was once a striking young man. After a long silence, he sighs and says slowly, “You must have received news of that person by now.”

He is referring to the son he had sired during his youth, after a fateful encounter with a girl he had forced to stay. This was his second son, Nightstar. To secure the position for his eldest—the first in line to inherit the Demon King’s throne—the father had sent assassins to eliminate Nightstar, fearing for his own standing.

Yet Nightstar, by sheer fortune, managed to escape, even encountering the Black Tortoise. At the time, the man hadn’t thought much of it; he merely dispatched a few more underlings to search for the boy and root him out once and for all.

He hadn’t expected that, after five or six years—long enough for him to almost forget this son he had never met—his men would suddenly report that the