The Demon Who Played with Human Hearts-Time Was Running Out

Meanwhile!

At the same time!

As Entoma attacked the Security Department, an even bloodier battle unfolded elsewhere beneath the pale moonlight.

Blood!

Corpses!

Shattered armor, severed limbs, and chunks of flesh were scattered across the secluded wilderness meadow. The thick stench of blood seemed to make even the air murky.

One corpse after another was flung away like pieces in a stacking game, thrown into the center of the battlefield and piled together.

This had been an elite force of roughly a thousand men. Now, like sheep attacked by beasts, they were slaughtered without the slightest resistance.

"—Monster—"

"Monster—"

In the field, a surviving human, drenched in blood, crawled toward the outside. His formerly composed and arrogant face had become savage and twisted.

"—Help, help me!"

The First Prince, Barbro, wept as he wailed incessantly in terror.

However!

No one would come to save him. Following the scheme of his subordinate Rorose, this operation had been intended as a covert assault during the gathering of the various department heads of Eight Fingers.

As long as they could wipe out Eight Fingers!

Not only would they be able to destroy the evidence of their past collusion with these underground forces, but they would also gain tremendous prestige among the commoners and nobles, completely securing his position as king.

But—

How had Rorose learned such vital information?

The First Prince Barbro had not thought much about it before. Now that he knew he was certain to die, even someone as slow-witted as him had realized that this had been a trap from beginning to end.

"I—I'm a prince. I was just about to become—king—" The First Prince Barbro lay on the ground, his mouth opening and closing as he waited in despair for the monster behind him to kill him.

"Oh my~"