Volume2 Chapter 1

Cheep, cheep. The chirping of baby birds could be heard.

Soft sheets. Shafts of sunlight shone through the windows, it was a calm morning. In the middle of a complete awakening, he was still dozing off hazily ―

While fully enjoying all of the comforts, Cian listened to that sound.

Kyuru, kyuru, several small wheels were turning, the sound of something rubbing against the floor.

"Good morning, young master. This morning, you sure are taking things slowly, hm?"

A light voice like a baby bird that did not feel out of place in this refreshing morning.

Flinging off the sheets, Cian slowly got up.

Facing the owner of the voice that came from above the bed, dressed in the garments of a head maid, was Ruka.

"To have not even have changed your clothes yet..... Even though you've always been an early riser, young master."

Cian seemed to be wearing a tank top, in place of pajamas.

Pointing that out, Ruka entered the room while pushing a small trolley.

Characteristic of freshly baked bread, there were croissants with an unbearably good smell. He took a whiff of the aroma and vapor of the coffee, a cup of espresso.

Those were placed upon the trolley.

A breakfast serving enough for two.

“I had finally made it successfully according to your instructions… I hope it’s to your liking young master,” She smiled as she pushed the trolley to a stop beside the bed. Cian was a coffee person and he liked the bitterness of the coffee on early morning to raise his spirit up--however, sadly in this world, coffee was actually an uncommon product. Probably, not in the human world but in here, in the Demon World, there was no such thing as Coffee.

Thus, relying on his knowledge from the otherworld, Cian taught Ruka on how to make it--well at least, something similar to it. Up until now, it was a failure--they found a similar fruit to a coffee fruit after a long time of seeking, and it was actually a commodity from the Southern Region; his fiancee's birthplace, giving him quite a surprise.

Thus, he was able to easily procure such a good thing. However, the tase was somewhat different from the coffee he liked and knew. It was bitter indeed, but only bitter and no good and warm taste. It was a truly depressing fact! And so, he once again racked his brains to find a good blend out of it. And finally, he was able to do it after a long time.

Experimenting and Trial and Error was extremely troublesome and far difficult than fighting and killing hundreds of Enemies!

Like that, she gave a bow and departed the room in silence.

Cian stretched his arms and looked at the wooden folding bed tray in front of him. A good smell… though it’s a bit different from the coffee he knew but nevertheless the essence was caught on. He then felt satisfied and couldn't help but have a narcissistic thought--

It tastes like matcha–a bit bitter. I also feel its warmth. Not the effect of warmth, but just warmth itself.

A bizarre feeling.

Cian picked up the cup and when he did, suddenly the saucer under the cup had somewhat stuck to the bottom of the cup and when Cian raised it up, the saucer fell midway—Cian noticed it and securely caught the saucer just as it was about to crash onto the tray with the croissant on, placing it back gently with nary a sound.

Cian smiled in satisfaction as he glanced at the window, staring entranced at the silver-white world beyond the window. Soft snowflakes slowly spun down, giving a dreamlike illusion. Cian suddenly felt a mysterious surge of loneliness emanating from within his heart. This was then boosted by the bitterness of the coffee, lounging on his throat…

Ever since he had crossed over to this world, this sort of feelings was commonplace. It was as though in the boundless heavens and earth, he was the only one who was alive! Especially, in the dead of the night when there was no human noise, this sort of loneliness would act up vigorously.

To be physically in this world, yet spiritually not belonging here. For someone who wished to have a normal, ordinary and eventful life to be reincarnated into a uselessly scum prince, worst, a demon who was currently at war with humanity…

This sort of circumstances often caused Cian to not know if he should laugh or cry and also gave him grief beyond measure.

As a prince having owned almost everything that was needed, he was at a place too high for common people to reach—however, his reputation, as well as circumstances, is far from being desirable. They watch him with fearful and inquisitive eyes—every move and action he does, no one would dare ignore and yet why—

Not one understood what Cian was really thinking deep inside. No one could understand the deep-seated chill in the depths of his heart, as well as his desolate feeling of loneliness. Even though he was the core of thousands of people, Cian’s heart forever remained solitary!

He might not have that deep of a connection to people in that world—but it doesn’t mean he doesn’t have even one—

Of course, Cian understood that since he had already arrived in this world, wanting to go back to his original world was simply a fool’s delusion. At least, if Night would allow it—but Cian doesn’t trust Night that much. Night has her motives—her a Dark Goddess would desire to protect humanity…?

This statement was as ridiculous as a prostitute claiming to be a virgin. And even if she was really kind and good goddess, why would he send Cian to save and gave a task to save humanity…? A born assassin like him who had been tainted by blood since birth was the least candidate to act as a hero and save the world. Why would the Goddess to save the world choose him? Coincidence? Or probably, done out of motive…

Cian didn’t know the answer to that. Right now, the only thing he could do was to accept the truth and continue living on as best as he could. While he was trying his best to do so, this did not mean that his heart felt relief and comfort. Just because he was not fond of his life in that world, doesn’t mean he had hated it.

His mother, his father—outside of their profession they are his parents and they had given him much happiness for a child of his age—though save him for the gore they always make him do and see, as well as pain from training. As for his sister, on the other hand, aside from her twisted desire, she was a good sister a brother could ask for. And moreover—that girl…

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Cian shook his head. Because he was constantly repressing his emotions, Cian occasionally felt that he could not bear with this sort of pain, and this sort of repression could not be understood even by his closest kin. He had always thought that he would be okay if he would disappear from there, to have a peaceful and ordinary life—but that seems to be a misconception.

When something is gone, that will be the moment when you wondered how valuable it was…

Humans are really hypocritical creature…

But too bad, it’s too late now—I’m not the type of someone who is hoping for something without something backing it up. For now, at least, I can’t say I’m able to go back with this body of a soul of mine in someone’s body—more like, what happened to my real body? Was it already burned to ashes? Or still lying on a hospital somewhere…

Crossing worlds through his spirit! Carrying the complete memories with him as he crossed over! This sort of feeling was not admirable at all; just purely the part of loneliness would be enough to drive someone insane! Cian would undoubtedly continue repressing his emotions until the end of his life because this secret was the only privy to himself.

In the past when Cian was bored, he would often log onto the web to read stories about the characters crossing to a different world and would be totally engrossed in them. Even to the point of wishing he could be one, and if that happened, he would surely live a new peaceful life. However, he now understood. It turned out that crossing over was actually such a painful matter!

...especially the likes of his circumstances...!

Cian deeply inhaled, his eyes flashing with all kinds of emotions: nostalgia, hatred, joy, longing, melancholy, pining, bliss and loneliness… There were hundreds of varieties of different emotions! If someone were to have witnessed this scene, they would have seen that the expression in his eyes literally held a whole life story within it!

Of course, those who witnessed it would probably faint or even worse, die from shock because the infamous Scum Prince would actually show such raw emotions…? An absurdity comparable to a succubus abstaining from sex...!

Closing his eyes, Cian forced back the tears that were about to spill out. No matter the case, in this current environment, there was little time to be spent on such sentimental thoughts. The him now had too many things to complete!

A learned scholar who weeps with the passing of seasons in this disorderly world would only be sentenced to an early death. He had heard that saying before but only now did he understands its true meaning...

“…I never thought I would feel something like this…” It was funny… Cian shook his head, when suddenly; his heart palpitated as he sensed something. Outside his door, a pair of soft footsteps sounded, followed by the low voice of Ruka outside his room speaking in an extremely respectful tone. This was followed by a gentle voice lightly questioning her.

Cian could only smile bitterly; it seemed like his mother Sitana had come to check on him.

The door opened and, as expected, Sitana came in. Wearing her formal attire as the infamous Demon Empress, she was wearing a lot of golden trinkets, and the shine of it all give her beauty an ethereal feeling. As she raised her charming eyes and meet Cian's in contact, the latter can't help but feel captivated in an instant. Damn it! He felt hot and tempted seeing his biological mother's body--this was also one of his current problems he doesn't want to face nor think about.

In the aspect of man and woman, Cian was confident to claim that he wasn't a sentimental person and that he was not similar to other men who desire sex and women every second and every minute, no matter how beautiful or alluring a beauty in front of him was. He will quench his hunger and thirst but only when he was in the mood. And of course, he wasn't that easily aroused either--

However, upon coming to this world--no, it should be, upon occupying Aanuel's body, Cian discovered to his horror, his libido, and sexual appetite was much stronger and greater than before. It was to the extent that, the moment Ruka and Sitana appeared before him with many temptations, he would immediately explode and feel the need to use his gun and invade the enemy courageously. It's as if all his training to control himself and his lust before had disappeared in thin air...!!

What the hell is this...?! Cian wanted to cry but no tears would come out.

That Damn Aanuel, just how crazy is his body...?

No matter how Cian wanted to control himself and abstain, it feels as if a day without sex is like a year of torture--though, of course, he was gritting his teeth and trying to train to endure it. He doesn't want to be yield, especially to that scum Aanuel--!!

Unbeknownst to Cian's internal suffering, a pair of indescribable magnificent eyes met his.

Beautiful...enough to make one’s heart tremble.

It was as if the world’s essence laid deep within her eyes. Not even the world’s most brilliant painter nor the most precious of words could accurately portray her beauty. Her jade-like skin and creamy face was as white as snow under the dim lights in the room. Her lips were like the world’s most delicate petals and her nose was of the most beautiful of sculpted white jade, high and proud with an innate nobility.

She possesses a pair of beautiful sparkling eyes and cherry colored lips with the luster of a smooth seashell. Her elegant eyebrows were crescent-shaped as well, but the most touching was the light smile that graced her lips that were as heartwarming as the smell of incense in a gentle breeze.

Especially that faint smile on the corner of her lips was sufficient enough to almost completely melt one’s heart with just a single glance.

Sitana Mamanium Vorn Stormfury. Aanuel's biological mother... and Cian's current mother!

A devastating beauty that could tip over cities and nations.

Such a saying was probably created just for her...

She made her way towards the bed where Cian was in and sat down gently by her son’s side and looked at her son’s face silently with loving eyes. After she thought about something, she smiled gently and bent forward, kissing her son on the forehead—“…Good Morning, Dear,” She said softly.

When her voice sounded, Cian immediately felt a sort of warm current slowly flow from his ears to the center of his heart, because this sound was extremely gentle and that beautiful; just simply listening to this sound brought about a feeling of inexplicable pleasure. When coming into close proximity with her gaze, it was even more understandable how her soft gaze and smile could intoxicate one’s heart. More so, thinking that this sort of gaze was only directed towards him and not to any other men...!

Such bliss... holding her in one's bosom is like holding the entire world...!

“…Morning mom….” Cian greeted back with a faint smile.

“…How’s your night?”

“..never been better…How about you mom…?”

“…alright is what I want to say but thanks to certain someone, I’m a bit busy right now…” Sitana smiled bitterly. She nudged closer and then circled her arms around Cian’s waist, propping her chin on his Shoulder, she let out a sigh. “I’m sorry…” Cian smiled bitterly. Clearly understanding what she was hinting.

It’s been four days since the night of slaughter Cian had made. After that night, the entire capital was filled with total unrest. His actions had, as expected, turned the whole of Demon Empire upside down with chaos.

[ It came to me, oh my beloved kins. That we should stop these senseless bouts of ours and take on the compliant nature of a newborn—a new era that signifies freedom, moral and principle of us, Real Demons. However, most ours has long been forgotten what it means to be an honorable demon and had bared their worthless and pathetic fangs and claws towards our innocents and not to our real enemies.

And so when darkness consumes the moon, await me and I shall appear—holding the hand of immorality that you all sinners possess, I shall steal everything; life, bond, family, wealth—and Honor. Let me, the evil doctor give you the taste of your own medicines—a prescription only one; An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth. The debt of blood must be paid in full.

…this merely just the beginning! Look forward to my next appearance—I’m always watching you—!

Courtesy: White Masked Phantom Thief ]

A silver card plate was found within the ruins of Duke Rabilla’s Mansion, where these declarations had been engraved. Due to this, White Masked Phantom Thief becomes the talk of the town—and of course, for him to be able to raid one of the houses of the Demon Empire, a duke at that—he was feared by many people, causing unrest.

White Masked Phantom Thief name immediately echoed within the Imperial Capital, after all, Duke Rabilla’s reputation wasn’t just for show. And to be able to raid a house and killed without anyone noticing—there is something at play—!

…or probably is this a work of some other races…? Many people thought about the Imperial Court’s dealings but not one dared to make an accusation.

Even those who were standing in the Court didn’t dare to do it—besides, the Empress was known for her straightforwardness. If she wanted someone to die, she wouldn’t do it in a roundabout way of secretly sending a force to kill. She would do it directly, face to face. If she wanted you dead, your head had already fallen in the ground even if it was at the center of the public. In addition, she was also extremely intelligent to know that if she made a move against a rebel faction now, in this warring period, it would surely be turning allies into real enemies!

She wouldn’t do something like that… at least…

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