Never Asking for More

It had to be said that Grey's circumstances were indeed deeply sympathetic.

He should have been heaven's favored son, a legend who turned the impossible into possible. He possessed talent and gifts even greater than Aridia's, so outstanding that he had become the legitimate Prince despite being from a collateral branch. Back then, he had been at the height of his glory, pride, and youthful vigor.

Had things continued that way, he might even have defeated Anxi in the struggle for the throne despite his collateral birth, replacing Anxi and ascending to the position of King of the Kingdom of Mithra.

By then, his future and status would undoubtedly have been the envy of most people in the world, something many could only dream of obtaining.

Unfortunately, he met Shafna and had his heart captured by that succubus. From then on, he fell completely, willingly giving up everything to settle in the Demon Realm for her sake.

That alone would have been fine.

If the outcome of all that had been good, then it could not be called a tragedy.

At the time, Grey must have been full of confidence. As the foremost genius of the human race, a true heaven's favored son, he believed he could successfully win the heart of the most beautiful woman in the three realms.

Not to mention, Grey was strikingly handsome, more like a Prince Charming than Prince Charming himself. To women, he was absolutely the perfect embodiment of a dream lover.

That was precisely why Grey, whose first half of life had gone too smoothly, believed he could surpass those before him, succeed, and make the succubus who looked down on everyone choose him.

However, reality was cruel.

The succubus did not even spare this heaven's favored son more than a few glances.