The helplessness of being unable to ask for anything but help was indescribably miserable when his most precious friend in the world had disappeared.

He was suffocated with the fear of never being able to see his only refuge again.

“Who, did what?”

The secret base that had darkened as the day had set.

The golden eyes of the demon, illuminated by the small lantern hanging in front of the cabin, spilled a fierce glow.

His lips curled up in a twisted grin.

The sound of grinding teeth was similar to that of someone tearing bones apart.

“How dare…”

The heavy magic that couldn’t help but seep out of his suppressed anger made Ludwig forget to even breathe.

An overwhelming energy incomparable to anything he had ever faced.

The massive energy, which could be likened to a whole world pouring down on him, made him question whether this man was truly just a demon.

“…Lenox mountains. Go and tell them.”

“You are.”

“I’m going to find our little one.”

“…I heard he’s a highranking demon. Be careful.”

Ha.

As if hearing the most ridiculous thing in the world, Agares exhaled a short breath.

The demon and the boy soon left the place.

In the desolate secret base, the sound of wind howled like a lament.

As if not believing, Hugo, who slowly bent down to pick up the glove, heard familiar horse hoof sounds behind him.

“Father!”

“Lord!”

The rushing Arcane and Cedric, as well as the Knights of Artina, all took in the sight.

“Where is the young lady…!”

“Where… is Eve…?”

She’s not in the alley.

Then father must have saved her already. She must be in father’s arms.

Our baby must be in father’s arms.

Cedric slowly turned his head to look at Hugo’s arms.

In his golden eyes was a desperation that seemed to risk his life.

Please. Please! Our baby. Our Eve. My beloved sister.

However, in Hugo’s hand was only the yellow glove, soaked in blood, which Cedric had given as a gift to his younger sister two winters ago.

“…Father.”

Even Arcane called Hugo with a miserable voice.

But when no words fell from Hugo, Cedric, who couldn’t stand any longer, collapsed.

Blood also flowed from the hand of Arcane standing beside him.

The wound was caused by his short nails digging in as he gripped his fist tightly.

As if denying everything, Harold ran to Caron.

“Caron! The young lady!! Our young lady!!!”

The young knight, who had been pierced by the demon’s sword, was not the type to lose his life for such a thing.

He didn’t train them so easily. Harold consoled himself.

Despite struggling for breath, Caron gathered his last strength and replied.

The voice, mixed with the sound of boiling blood, was hard to understand.

“The demon. Took her.”

Inside the boiling voice, a tearful voice, full of despair and regret that he could not even shed, was mixed.

He couldn’t even spit out an apology.

Everyone knew that Caron alone couldn’t do anything about it, but the heart of a knight who guards his master wasn’t like that.

“…Describe the figure.”

A dry voice flowed from Hugo’s mouth, which opened after a while.

Hugo, who held a swirling scream within him, was like a precarious ancient tree.

“Red… armor.”

“…Take her for treatment.”

Upon hearing the answer he wanted, Hugo briefly issued instructions and turned around.

His steps, filled with overwhelming sorrow, were etched along the path.

When his daughter was born, the words he handed over while holding that small child who couldn’t properly open her eyes, were vivid.

Every single moment of her growth was so clear that it could never be forgotten in a lifetime.

He would have found her even if he had to turn the underworld upside down.

Even if he had to slaughter all the devils with red figures, he would have definitely found her.

If only she was alive.

In any world, in any place, as long as you are alive.

Even if that place is a hell that burns flesh, I would willingly jump in.

My beloved daughter.