Prince

Succubus City, a tribal territory of immense size.

A man was staying in one of the buildings within this territory.

The man was exceptionally handsome. His brows radiated a refinement and confidence that anyone could clearly sense, like a prince who existed only in fairy tales. Both his looks and temperament were the sort that could make girls scream and long to embark on a passionate romance with him.

Yet this handsome man was meticulously and carefully wiping down a portrait, his eyes occasionally revealing longing, infatuation, and affection.

If most girls in the world were looked at with such eyes by this man, they would likely fall in love at once.

But the man seemed to have eyes only for the person in the portrait.

Looking closely, the painting depicted a woman of unparalleled beauty, one who could make every man in the world bow before her.

Who else could it have been but Shafna?

The man continued cleaning and maintaining the portrait. Beside him stood portrait after portrait, every single one depicting Shafna.

Anyone with eyes could see just how infatuated this man was with the person in those paintings.

Before long, a voice rang out in the studio.

"You're still as obsessed with Her Highness the Succubus as ever, Grey."

The one who spoke was a male demon.

He had rather androgynous features and long silver hair. Though he was not as strikingly handsome as the beautiful man in the studio, he possessed an indescribable beauty that made one reluctant to look away.

This male demon had appeared in the studio without a sound, yet he failed to draw even the slightest notice from the man called Grey.

"Hart?" Grey continued carefully wiping the portrait. Smiling with apparent contentment, he spoke without raising his head. "What is