readx; "Silvador Karenta: This is the name of my third son."

The old and heavy voice sounded, and the old king sitting high on the throne said his name. This is the name he was given by him, meaning nothing but a sign that inherited his blood.

Silvado lifted his head and looked up at the king sitting in front of his eyes, his father! Because the 'Kalunta' surname himself became a prince, he was given the necessities of survival by that man. Whether it was food, shelter, clothing, or even the title of prince, he gave it. As long as he is willing, the king can take back his alms at any time, and he will lose everything, including his life, in an instant.

The angry king made Silvado bow his head subconsciously and shivered. Those words had been heard and he had hoped that his father would give him some rights and people, but his father refused to be polite and said when he was angry When revealing his identity, his father was furious and drove himself out.

Correct! This is myself

Silvado remembered that this is the true self, not a king, not a king, but a ruler at all! He is just a poor worm that has nothing. In the kingdom of Belama, there is nothing even a piece of grass or a tree that belongs to him. Everything is the thing of the king and his two brothers.

Step on ~

The sound of shoes stepping on the slate passed into Silvador's ears. In front of Silvado, Alisa, wearing a luxurious evening dress, stared down at him. The expression on Alisa's face was with pride and warmth. In another scene, she seemed like a phantom. At this time, Silvado found that the scene had changed again. This is the house of the Westphalian family, the banquet hall with brilliant lights, a band playing beautiful music, and noble men and women dancing on the dance floor. And Alisa and her were standing with a lot of gorgeously dressed young nobles. At this moment a group of people are centered around themselves and Alisa.

"Please respect yourself, Your Highness Silvador. I'm so tired that I can't dance with you."

After leaving a word coldly, Alisa turned and left in the crowd of many young and handsome men. No one in the whole venue was willing to take a closer look at Silvado. In the eyes of these nobles, a guy in Silvador who bears the title of prince but does not have any real power in the royal family, and even has no sense of existence, actually wants to attack the richest businessman in the kingdom of Belama. Mori's daughter, it was simply that Toad couldn't help but want to eat swan meat. You have to know that even the great prince Victor gave a very precious gift on the day of Miss Eliza's inauguration, and the second prince Dean invited her sister Princess Refina as her close friend from time to time. Alisa said good things.

A fool who has no real power but only knows how to eat, drink, and play all day, even dares to secretly profess Miss Elisa. It's stupid enough.

"Sorry, in my opinion an idiot is not suitable for being a king!"

The Golden Saint Gladiator Manigot also appeared behind Silvado, taunting him with a cynical look as usual.

"I'd better remember that neither you nor I are the pawns in the hands of the host we serve. Only our master is the player in this game!"

The white dragon Aleksi, transformed into an elf's posture, spoke a icy fact with a voice that hardly mixed with any emotions. This is between the gods and demons, and is a chess game in all the world that exists beyond the world, let alone Mortals or dragons are just pieces on this chessboard. Only those truly powerful ancient beings are chess players.

Sinking in the dark, Silvador had no desire to listen to anything. I don't want to see anything. I was born in this world as just a superfluous person. No one needs them. No one cares about them. Maybe it's better to die.

But ~ Silvado only feels unwilling, why everyone else can't get everything by themselves, once the overlord Garserik can become the emperor to rule the entire continent. Why can't I be an emperor. Alisa could look at the Holy Knight differently, why she couldn't put herself into her arms, why two brothers could become a battle for power, but she could only be a spectator.

There are also those ancient and powerful beings, the gods in the sky, the demon from the abyss, the dragons that dwell in the secret realm, and they really want to be as strong as they are, looking down at all beings. But why is he just a mortal? A sad mortal without any power.

I hate it all! !!

The distorted feelings spread in Silvador's heart, and he didn't blame himself for everything he suffered. Instead, he just blindly pushed the cause to other factors, because he was born badly, because of fate. It is unfair and because of others, even now Silvador still feels that he has no fault, and only desires strength but does not want to give too much. The whole person gradually became like a collective of evil, and the twisted feelings began to spread and entangled Silvado's soul like a breeding vine, distorting and binding it even more.

The black flame rose again, and this time the flame seemed to resonate with Silvado's soul. The flames of nothingness gradually began to shape and slowly felt the real flesh. A man in a black trench coat appeared at the table. In front of Elvador, the man in front of him has a tall body and muscles full of exploding beauty, like a stone statue carefully carved by a craftsman, which gives people an ancient and eternal feeling. In terms of appearance, except for the distorted demon horns on his forehead and the eyes that gush like endless flames of hell, in the world, he has a handsome appearance enough to let countless young girls fall, but his temperament is far better than any nobleman. King, that gives a powerful courage to control everything. Especially that terrible murderous gas. If the murderous gas possessed by a field-proven general is honed from the blood and blood of the corpse mountains, then his murderous gas seems to contain the origin of all living beings from ancient times. Condensed! !!

He is war, he is brutal, he is destruction, he is the manifestation of all things in the world! !! The head of the nine demons who distorted the void, kill the dominator-Areguso! !!

The secret altar built in the lord's mansion began to show a strange change. The blood pool of the central altar dried up quickly like a whale swallowed water. The succubus queen Sally En, who had just been asleep for a long time, was awakened by the abyss. The rapid decrease in force made Sallyne clearly feel that the pressure from the interface law suddenly increased, and the whole person seemed to be poured into a lead block, and even moving a finger became extremely difficult.

What's going on, Tasinia! !!

Sharien wanted to shout, but the pressure from the law of the interface prevented Sharien from even speaking a word. Under the rules of the entire world, the powerful succubus queen in the abyss looks like a little ant about to drown at this moment. She climbs up from the bed in pain, and Sally is walking towards the altar with pain. There must be something wrong with the altar. , Otherwise the law of the interface is unlikely to increase! !!

damn it! How could it suddenly become like this, no one should break into here! !!

And just as the succubus queen Shalien was panicking, Silvador's dream of killing the dominator Areguso looked at the mortal with a strange twisted emotion before him, showing a strange smile that seemed to be laughing at Silva. Much stupidity is like mocking his stubbornness, but more like a kind of self-deprecation to himself.

"If I have power ┉┉ if I am also a demon master ┉┉ if I am a **** ┉┉"

Silvado seems to be completely ignorant and repeats the same words like a broken puppet ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Areguso's expression began to distort at this moment, as if by a humble mortal without Rite is angry, but desperately suppresses the desire in his heart. It was a contradictory expression, and the muscles of Areguso were twitching abnormally, but after a while, Areguso seemed to suppress the killing in his heart.

If the succubus queen Sharien is here, then Sharien will never believe that the loyal master of her loyalty will say such a self-defeating identity, and it is difficult to abandon the strong identity of the demon master to become a humble mortal. Believe it.

Areguso held Silvado's face to face and said to him, the demons dominated the surrounding black flames, and the flames were burning wildly with Areguso's will and Silvado and his own Souls burn together! !!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

In his sleep, Silvado's mourning sounded throughout the lord's mansion. (To be continued ...)

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