Hello, is this a letter addressed to Demon Fortress?

Victor Windsor.

After losing that wooden box in the gambling den in Kumu Town, his life plummeted like a kite with a broken string.

His direct lineage was stripped away, and the family's trust vanished overnight.

His mother's gaze shifted from pride to indifference.

It was as if he was never the heir on whom so much hope was placed.

He is no longer the pride of the Windsor family, but a disgrace.

Even with Lisa taking the blame for him, he completely fell from his core position.

Those distant relatives who had once treated him with utmost respect.

Now, the way he looks at me is filled with undisguised contempt and glee.

Those minor nobles who once tried to curry favor with him now avoid him whenever they see him.

Viktor was awakened by nightmares every night, and the face with black hair and indifferent eyes always appeared in his dreams.

He regretted that he had made the bet with that dark-haired boy.

If I had known it would end like this, I would have preferred to have a second chance...

He will definitely have Lisa kill that kid and take back the wooden box.

That wooden box should have been his.

And those status, honors, and respect should have rightfully belonged to him.

Then fate seemed to hear his prayer.

On the streets of the magic district, he actually saw the figure of that black-haired boy.

The familiar wandering robes, the familiar black hair, the familiar indifferent profile.

Upon seeing him for the first time, Victor had only one thought in his mind.

Kill him.

Take it back.

Take back his position.

By what right did a wandering monk take his wooden box?

He followed the figure closely, chasing it all the way from the Magic Zone to the Tower Zone.

As the heir to the Windsor family, his status barely allowed him to pass the checkpoint inspection.

However, the entry requirements for the exhibition were much higher than he had imagined.

Even his father, the current head of the Windsor family, was not qualified to step through that door.

Victor was stopped at the door and was almost in despair.

Then fate smiled upon him once again.

He found a forgotten admission ticket in the corner.

I don't know who lost it, or why it was lost there.

But he found it.

He entered the exhibition.

He searched everywhere for the black-haired boy, but never saw him.

But just when he was about to give up, he saw another pair of eyes.

Crimson red.

He is a half-demon.

Victor's heart suddenly raced at that moment, and an almost morbid ecstasy surged through his body.

He seemed to see himself returning to his peak.

No one had ever considered why a supposedly vanished half-demon would be swaggering around the top-floor exhibition.

They followed him with the excitement of hunters.

He followed Levy all the way through archways and into the treasure chamber.

He was surrounded by important figures whom his father had to look up to, the higher-ups of the magic tower.

The real power holders in the Eli family, and those whose names are only heard in rumors.

But at this moment, Victor only saw the figure in the black and white maid outfit.

Then--

A loud bang shook the entire back room.

The Mountain-Breaking Dragon has been activated.

Victor was startled by the sound and turned his head sharply.

He saw the huge siege drill slowly rotating in the display case.

The spiral cone shape pulls the air, creating a powerful vortex.

Under the light, the surface of the abyssal gold shimmered with streaks of light.

As the runes rotated, they emitted a deep, eerie light.

The entire space was filled with that sense of power.

The ground trembled as it operated.

Victor stared wide-eyed as the legendary national treasure began to operate before him.

This wasn't the first time he'd heard of the Broken Mountain Dragon.

But seeing it come back to life with his own eyes, the shock still made him forget to breathe.

He swallowed unconsciously.

His gaze greedily swept over the national treasure, then swept over the important figures watching calmly around him.

Someday.

One day, he too will stand in such a position.

He also wanted to be the one who could freely view such a magnificent object.

The launch demonstration of the Broken Mountain Dragon ended quickly.

The drill bit gradually slowed down and eventually came to a stop.

After a short while, the rotation stopped, the roar gradually subsided, and finally fell silent.

The museum has returned to quiet.

The old curator stood beside the display case and announced in a calm tone.

"This concludes the demonstration of the Mountain-Breaking Dragon."

The man with the fire tower immediately frowned in displeasure.

"Why not show more?"

The old curator glanced at him, his voice remaining steady.

"That's the museum's rule."

"Any item displayed in this room must not be left out of the display case."

"Your Excellency, the display of Poshanlong outside the counter is already an exception."

He turned to the two legendary mages and nodded slightly.

"Close the cabinet."

Upon hearing this, the two legendary mages picked up their staffs and began chanting incantations.

The magic flowed through the air and adhered to the cabinet.

The four open countertops began to slowly close upwards.

The top surface, having already used levitation, was suspended atop the Mountain-Breaking Dragon.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, Victor recovered from the shock of the Mountain Dragon.

He turned his head sharply and looked at the spot where the maid had been standing.

The blood-red figure had vanished.

His heart skipped a beat, and he frantically scanned his surroundings.

Then a figure dressed in a black and white maid outfit passed by him.

Those blood-red eyes were so striking, like two burning flames in the dim light.

She walked right past Victor.

Holding a tray laden with cakes and fine wines, she turned slightly to the side.

"Excuse me, could you please move aside?"

Her movements as she passed by seemed to slow down in Victor's eyes.

Victor could even hear his own heartbeat.

He revealed a sinister smile.

Then it pounced on him with a ferocious, beast-like madness.

"Got you!!"

He forcefully pushed Levy to the ground, grabbed her wrists with both hands, and pinned her firmly beneath him.

Her forehead hit the floor with a dull thud, and blood flowed down her brow bone.

Victor held her down tightly, his voice echoing through the hall.

"We've caught the half-demon!"

"I've caught a half-demon!!"

"It's the half-demon I captured!!"

His face was filled with a long-suppressed excitement, he was breathing heavily, and his voice was distorted with excitement.

Levy, pinned beneath him, had drops of blood sliding down her nose from her forehead.

She didn't struggle, she just turned her head away.

Looking at that face contorted with ecstasy, a faint smile appeared on his lips.

"yes."

Her voice was very low, so low that only Victor could hear it.

"You've caught me again, Mr. Victor."

Victor's smile froze for a moment.

He looked down at that familiar face, at those blood-red eyes, and froze for a moment.

"...Why is it you?"

In the quiet atmosphere after the Broken Mountain Dragon exhibition ended, Victor's noise seemed particularly jarring.

Almost everyone's gaze shifted from the display case to that direction.

The nobles frowned, and the ladies covered their mouths.

A well-dressed middle-aged man glanced at it, then turned his head to look at a blue-haired man beside him.

"This looks like the heir to the Windsor family?"

"Are members of the Windsor family also qualified to enter?"

"Was it you who sent the invitation?"

Wolf Eli, the head of the Eli family, frowned.

"no."

"I haven't had any contact with the Windsor family for a long time."

He glanced at the maid pinned to the ground, and his eyelids twitched.

Meanwhile, the old curator next to the booth put on his glasses.

After seeing the center of the disturbance, he glanced at the two legendary mages and whispered an order.

"Close the cabinet first."

"I'll go take a look over there."

The commotion was so great that it caused the two legendary mages to look away from the Broken Mountain Dragon.

Upon hearing the old curator's instructions, the two refocused and continued casting the spell.

The metal cabinet surface continues to close upwards.

However, one of the legendary wizards was Hughes Lister.

The vice-principal of the Royal Magic Academy suddenly frowned.

He stopped casting the spell.

His gaze was fixed on the Broken Mountain Dragon inside the cabinet.

A sense of unease welled up inside me.

His hesitation caused the closing of the cabinet to stall.

His teammate, another legendary mage, looked at him with a puzzled expression.

"What's wrong?"

Hughes frowned, staring intently at the seemingly unchanged Broken Mountain Dragon, before he could even ponder this incongruity.

"What do you want to do to my maid?!"

A sharp, angry shout suddenly erupted from the center of the hall.

Elvia's figure had appeared in front of Victor without him even noticing.

The laziness and smile on his face vanished completely.

Instead, there was an extreme, chilling anger.

She kicked Victor in the side.

The obese body was kicked away violently.

It rolled twice on the ground and landed hard at the feet of several noblewomen, eliciting screams.

Victor lay on the ground, his body arched in pain, panting heavily.

He abruptly raised his head, anger resurfacing on his face.

"That's mine!!"

"She's my prey!!"

"I caught the prey first!!"

"Give it back to me!!"

He struggled to his feet and charged toward Elvia.

Then, the moment he saw that face, he froze.

Long golden hair, exquisite features, and those cold and arrogant golden eyes.

He could never forget that face.

His pupils contracted sharply, and anger surged in his chest.

"It's you!!"

"That bitch who tricked me into betting!!!"

The entire venue fell silent.

The crude curse echoed back and forth in the empty back room.

It was so clear it was like someone had slapped you hard across the face.

Wolf Eli's expression changed.

He shoved aside the person blocking his way and walked a few steps to Victor.

When Victor saw Wolf, it was like seeing a lifeline.

He quickly pointed at Elvia and Levy, shouting incoherently.

"Master of the family!"

"I was the one who caught that half-demon first!"

"And that woman!"

"She stole the box that was supposed to be given to you!"

"Kill her!"

"Give me justice!!"

Wolf Eli looked down at him.

Then he raised his hand.

A heavy slap landed on Victor's face.

The sound was crisp and clean, even more piercing than the previous sound.

Victor's head was slapped to one side, and he staggered a couple of steps, his mouth agape, completely stunned.

Wolf didn't look at him a second time.

He turned around, facing Elvia, and bent low.

"Speaker."

"The younger generation of the Windsor family is ignorant of etiquette and has offended you and your maid."

"I do not know the Lord of the Azure Sky's instructions."

"I will handle this personally and give you a satisfactory explanation."

"And the Windsor family will personally come to apologize."

His forehead was slightly lowered, and his icy blue eyes held an undisguised urgency.

The Windsor family had been kicked out of Eli's inner circle several years ago.

However, what cannot be changed is that, in the eyes of outsiders, Windsor is simply Eli's subordinate branch.

Now, the field is filled with most of the powerful and influential people, except for those from the Magic Tower.

If the Windsor family causes a major incident here, Eli's reputation will also be affected.

Face is the least important thing.

The most troublesome thing is the other party's identity.

Wolf's tone wasn't exactly humble, but his posture was already extremely low.

Victor, however, seemed oblivious to the situation and roared angrily.

"She's just a wandering mage's woman!"

"Why should you bow down to her!"

"Make her kneel down!"

His voice echoed in the hall, carrying an almost fanatical obsession.

Wolf's face contorted in a grimace at that moment.

He stomped Victor under his foot, the sole of his boot grinding against his cheek, then bent down and whispered in his ear, his voice as cold as ice.

"Shut your stinking mouth."

Victor's struggles were crushed by the kick, and all he could make were muffled whimpers.

Just then, Luna's voice rang out softly from the side.

"The Speaker is the ten-vote Speaker of the Alliance Parliament."

"According to the Alliance's laws, verbally insulting the Speaker—"

"The death penalty should be imposed, all those involved should be imprisoned, and their property should be confiscated."

She paused, turned her head to look at Wolf, a slight smile on her lips.

"The head of the Eli family is openly protecting someone who insulted the Speaker—"

"Are you challenging league law?"

Her tone was light and airy.

But every word was like a nail, piercing the ears of everyone present.

The surrounding members of the magical family all turned their gazes toward Luna.

His gaze was filled with undisguised hostility and vigilance.

Wolf stared at Luna, his voice as cold as ice.

"So you mean—"

Luna looked at Victor, who was being trampled underfoot, and sneered.

"Of course, it's in accordance with the alliance's laws."

"Execute the person who insulted the Speaker."

"Execute everyone associated with him."

"Send his family, the Windsor family, to the dungeon."

She glanced around at the unpleasant-looking nobles and chuckled softly.

"I imagine you all are less willing to do this—"

"Then I'll do it for you."

The moment the words left her lips, the legendary knight who had been standing silently behind her moved.

The energy was concentrated in the soles of his feet, without any unnecessary accumulation of power, warning, or hesitation.

He stepped forward and stomped his foot down on Victor's back.

Victor's pupils suddenly dilated.

His mouth opened, trying to make a sound, but everything was crushed by that heavy force.

The muffled sound of bones breaking was particularly clear in the empty back room.

Blood gushed from Victor's mouth, nose, and ears, slowly spreading across the floor.

There was still fear and confusion in those eyes, as if they didn't understand why they were dying there.

Victor is dead.

Elvia's pupils contracted slightly.

At a top-level aristocratic gathering, in front of all the nobles, a nobleman was trampled to death.

Even Charles, at the height of his power, couldn't do it.

Levy, standing beside her, looked at Victor, who had been trampled to death, her lifeless bloodshot eyes showing no pleasure.

There was only a deep sense of powerlessness.

The powerlessness of those in power.

There was silence all around.

The nobles looked at the bloodstains on the floor, then at Luna, their eyes filled with a mixture of hostility and anger.

Luna raised her head as if she had gotten her revenge, her gaze sweeping across the entire room with disdain, as if silently declaring something.

The old curator stood a few steps away, looking down at the dark red bloodstain on the floor, and sighed deeply.

He turned around and gestured to the guards in the back room.

"Let's clean it up."