Shien had long since grown as disgusted with and fed up with the Old Demon Faction as he could possibly be.
Put nicely, those people were a terrifying underground organization. Put bluntly, they were a swarm of flies immersed in their own delusions, treating their so-called goals as ideals and brazenly disregarding anyone's feelings—even their lives—in order to achieve them by any means necessary.
Shien had lost count of how many unnecessary incidents he had been dragged into because of them, and those people had targeted him more than once.
Even Moro had countless ties to the Primal Demon. Mirage, the Old Demon Faction that had schemed against Lilith back then, was one of them. Then there was the Slayer Faction, the chief culprit behind the various tragedies that had occurred in the royal capital ten years ago. Laisha and Tier's lives had likewise been drastically altered by the actions of this Old Demon Faction. Those Old Demon Faction members had always been like this, doing things that made people hate them.
Shien was someone who held grudges, and he had already recorded every one of those debts.
That was why, in the Demon Realm, Shien had chosen to capture Gord alive, intending to pry information about the Old Demon Faction out of him.
Unfortunately, Gord had ultimately been ruthlessly abandoned and vanished without a trace.
Shien was still quite hung up over that.
Yet after returning to the royal capital, Shien learned that those people had actually struck at House Poztut while he was away.
Could Shien possibly let that slide?
He had come today partly to settle the matter of the engagement and partly to see what was going on with the Old Demon Faction.
He could no longer wait to settle the score, so naturally, he would