Arithsanat, the capital city of the Thelwedean Empire.

A young man was currently beating up a middle-aged man wearing a formal suit.

The young man’s expression was warped in anger as his hands flew all over the place at speeds normally impossible for humans.

“How did this happen, explain to me, Marvin!”

He shouted, his hands not stopping for even a second, as the man tried his best to speak but was in too much pain to even properly create a sentence.

At this moment, a tall and muscular figure appeared from the shadows directly behind the young man.

“Young master, you don’t need to continue beating up the head butler, I’ve already acquired the information.”

Hearing the figure's voice, the young man turned towards him, the insanity lessening slightly.

“Jack, what did you find?”

Jack, The tall figure, instantly spilled what he had learned about the situation.

“Yolanda, after thorough investigation, has confirmed that the three corpses don’t belong to Baronet Malcolm’s children, but rather to the criminals we had hired for the job. We suspect that the second son of Baronet Malcolm was the one who did the job since rumors are running around in the black market that he is a third-stage mage apprentice, which would put him in the same stage as a bronze-rank adventurer, just a stage lower than me.”

Taking a deep breath, he continued speaking, the words coming out of his mouth making the young man frown harder.

“As for the lord, it seems that the emperor has found out about his demonic seed and is currently planning his execution, releasing Baronet Malcolm and his wife in the process. As for the rest of the family, including you, young master, you must be careful since an inspection will happen soon, making sure that the remaining members aren’t demonic slaves. They have ordered the immediate execution of everyone in the family that is a demonic slave.”

The young man’s name was Dean Byrd, the only son Baron Max Byrd had. Thanks to this, he was showered with unprecedented amounts of love and care, which made him incredibly drunk on his power, which he used to do countless evil deeds.

He had long become a demonic slave before even his father and Jack.

Jack Meyer was his father’s second hand and an assassin who had been specifically groomed to help out their family, so of course, his main target was protecting the young master since his lord was sentenced to death by the emperor.

Even with the help of Grand Duchess Judy Rothsgomery, it would be impossible to stop the execution from happening since the emperor’s verdict could only be canceled by the emperor himself.

“Have you talked with Crown Prince Oliver about the deal I proposed to him? Did he respond?”

Asked Dean, his expression grave. Although he had become a demonic slave, the only side-effect he currently had was a loss of emotional stability, letting his rage rampage over all other emotions. Still, he gained an incredible clarity of mind when his thoughts weren’t clouded by his feelings.

He had become crueler and much more calculating after becoming a demonic slave. He orchestrated all of his father’s plans, from the Virtu family kidnapping to even hiring bandits and countless other things that made Baron Byrda a competent noble. So, in reality, he was the true ruler, while his father was just a puppet.

“The Crown Prince currently has doubts about the situation, since his father has caught on to the movements of many demonic slaves, making him unable to truly act for the moment.”

Responded Jack, his voice getting lower and lower at the hostile gaze Dean was giving him.

“If things had proceeded smoothly, in a few years he would have taken over the throne, but here we are. If he had acted things wouldn’t have been this bad. This is why I hate passive ones, why do I have to put up with such useless fools who can’t even follow plans properly? Now I have to rack my brains to make another one, but before that, gather more info on that rat, Wilbur, or whatever his name is, I want everything about him.”

Dean said in anger, as his thoughts went all over the place.

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“You mean William, young master?”

Asked Jack, in doubt.

“Yes, that rat, I have a gut feeling that he will ruin my plans again if I don’t deal with him and it’s pissing me off so badly.”

Dean scratched his scalp in anger as a few strands of hair fell from his head before promptly regrowing at an incredible rate.

His blue eyes glowed in an eerie purple hue as his expression became warped, two small demonic horns coming out of his forehead.

Realizing that he was overreacting, Dean took deep breaths, and as his composure returned, his facial features became normal once again.

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Thearchy of Bazilarar, Capital City of the Magic Kingdom, Nulgizir.

Nulgizir is the most prosperous city in Roia, where technology alongside magic advanced the living conditions to the point people started calling it a utopia. Still, many knew that wasn’t true.

Sure, the living conditions were incredible; one had freedom, food, and even a stable job, but under the veil, one could see countless corrupt officials, dividing the city into three parts.

The poor, the working class, and the rich.

One might think that the working class and the poor would take a vast majority of the area, but in reality, all of it was controlled by the rich, who possessed more than 90% of the region encompassing the capital.

This made things such as violence quite prevalent in the low-income areas, despite the prosperity the city seemed to be showing outside.

Many wanted to come here to enrich their lives and finally escape poverty, but it was only possible with proper connections.

Sadly, the higher management didn’t even know of this, as they were wholeheartedly putting all of their efforts into the research of magic, not caring about the lives of the common folk, Archmage Leonardo included; at least, that was the assumption of the corrupt officials.

The living conditions were the greatest around the thirteen giant towers that were the capital's core, known as the towers.

Twelve pillars surrounded the thirteenth and biggest pillar, each representing its element, while the central pillar represented their god and most powerful mage.

Thanks to the fact that the corrupt mages didn’t want the attention of the tower masters or their god, they didn’t dare to cause commotion under the tower, making it the most prosperous part of the city, as the poor and workers could find their opportunities here. Still, it was harder to reach here, to begin with.

If one didn’t have proper strength, they wouldn’t even be allowed entry since the rich would lose control of them, making entry and exit extremely dangerous.

As the sun began to set in the city of Nulgizir, a figure could be seen making its way through the bustling streets. The figure was dressed in a simple cloak, the hood pulled low over their face to avoid drawing too much attention.

The figure made its way toward the central tower, eyes scanning the crowds for any sign of trouble. As they approached the building, the guards at the entrance eyed them suspiciously.

"What business do you have here?"

One of the guards asked, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.

The figure didn't reply, instead reaching into their cloak and producing a small pouch. They held it out to the guard, who took it and inspected the contents.

"Very well, You may pass."

Said the guard, a satisfied expression appearing on his face.

The figure nodded and made their way inside the tower, the sounds of the city fading away as they climbed higher and higher.

Finally, they reached the top floor, where a single man sat at a large desk, poring over a stack of papers. Countless magic circles surrounded the man as magical apparatuses monitored any change happening in the area.

The figure cleared their throat, causing the man sitting at the desk to look up in surprise. The man was Archmage Leonardo Lincoln, his face still having a bit of youth due to his immense magical power.

"What brings you here?"

He asked, his tone cool and collected.

The figure hesitated for a moment before speaking.

"I have information that may be of use to you, Lord."

They said carefully.

Leonardo raised an eyebrow.

"Go on."

The figure leaned in closer, their voice lowered to a whisper.

"It seems there has been a great change of fate recently and I have been ordered to cooperate with the magic kingdom to find the reason, but I don’t trust anyone else here except you, my lord."

Leonardo's expression darkened.

"I had suspected as much…"

He said quietly as he muttered some incomprehensible words to himself. After thinking, he looked at the figure and continued speaking.

"But I had no proof. Do you have any idea who it might be? Although it seems the demons have taken larger strides in using the people of our world, my kingdom included, they have done it so secretly that I feared the doom was extremely close. But recently I felt the change in fate, so my feelings have been mixed.”

The figure was slightly taken aback by his words and shook their head.

"I cannot tell, that’s why I came here, knowing that being half a deity gives you the ability to see the flow of fate."

They replied, their voice full of hope.

"But I can tell you that they are not a threat to the world since the doomed fate has changed to uncertain, which means that they are against the demons, just like us."

Leonardo leaned back in his chair, deep in thought. His eyes shone in nine different colors as countless calculations and divining were done in a few minutes.

"They have been affected by time, changing the flow of the future. Even our timeline has greatly deviated from its original course in such a short period.

He finally said, making the figure frown.

"I will take the necessary precautions and find the reason for the change in time and fate, as for you, you can leave for now, inform Nikolas that I’m thankful."

The figure nodded and turned to leave as Leonardo’s voice sounded once more.

“I’m glad you are doing well, Randolf, I hope the human empire is taking good care of you.”

The figure, Randolf Navarro, smiled as he bowed towards him.

“Thank you, great teacher.”

He said, exiting the room soon after and leaving behind Leonardo, who continued his work as if nothing had happened.