It must’ve been his doing.
There was no doubt about it—this man wasn’t ordinary.
I sprang toward him, pinning him beneath .
“You ca to kill , didn’t you? Did the Demon King send you?”
I pressed my blade hard against his neck.
The man, seemingly unfazed, looked up at with a faintly awestruck expression in his blue eyes.
“You’re not wrong,” he replied calmly.
“So, I was right. I wondered why it was taking so long.”
I let out a bitter laugh.
If soone wanted to kill , it could only be the Demon King.
He must’ve been furious about earlier—how I’d infiltrated the Demon King’s castle and baked a birthday cake for my dad, no less. That must’ve driven him insane.
But why did this demon look so much like teor?
I pressed my blade harder against his throat.
“Why do you look like my brother? It’s not just a coincidence—you’re the spitting image of him!”
“Maybe your brother looks like ,” the demon said with a crooked grin.
Even his expressions were identical to teor’s. He looked like what teor might beco in a few years—taller, more mature, and even more striking.
Had he intentionally taken on teor’s appearance? But why? And why age him up a few years?
“Is this another one of the Demon King’s tricks? Revert to your true form, now!”
“Why? Are you hesitating because I look like your brother?”
“Not a chance!”
A demon dared to intrude here? No way was I letting this slide.
I leapt back with swift precision, slashing at an opening in his defense. It was a clean, calculated strike.
But he was faster.
Before my blade could connect, his sword intercepted it.
Clang! Srrrk!
Sparks flew as our blades collided.
Before the last spark had faded, we clashed again, moving with increasing speed and intensity.
He’s fast.
His reaction ti was so quick, it was as if he knew my moves before I made them.
No… is he toying with ?
The demon smiled leisurely, effortlessly deflecting my attacks.
“Your brother would be heartbroken if he knew how rcilessly you were trying to kill soone who looks just like him.”
“Are you mocking ?” I snapped, my frustration flaring.
His smile only deepened.
Who the hell is this guy?
It was then that I noticed the sword in his hand.
The blade was strangely familiar.
Its surface glead with a transcendental glow, as if polished from crystal, and faint blue light radiated from within.
I recognized it imdiately.
The Holy Sword!
It was the very weapon teor was supposed to obtain later in the original story.
How could I not recognize it?
But why was a demon wielding the Holy Sword? And why did this demon look exactly like teor?
Sothing was seriously wrong.
“Who… are you?”
My voice was low and dark, even to my own ears.
I glared at him, ready to pierce through his very being, but he remained unbothered, sidestepping my attacks with infuriating ease.
“You’re stronger than I expected. No wonder His Majesty wants you dead,” he said casually.
“Answer the damn question!”
Clang! Swish, thud!
Our swords clashed again, the force of the impact reverberating through my arms.
But he remained calm, his expression serene.
“My na is Prima Damascus,” he said, his voice devoid of emotion.
As soon as he finished speaking, his sword, which had retreated a mont ago, ca slicing toward again. I narrowly dodged it, leaping out of its path.
Prima Damascus.
So that was his na?
It sounded vaguely familiar.
Especially the last na—Damascus.
And then it clicked. My eyes widened in realization.
“The Duke of Dinsions!”
“Thank you for recognizing ,” Prima said, smiling faintly.
“You’ve got to be kidding —!”
The Demon King had sent the Duke of Dinsions, the number one ranked demon in the Demon Realm, to kill ?
He was really going all out this ti.
It was proof of how desperate he was.
The more the Demon King wanted dead, the stronger my father must be getting.
But could I even hope to defeat the Duke of Dinsions?
Not even teor could escape from a demon of this caliber.
I quickly scanned my surroundings. Despite the commotion we were causing in the training grounds, no one seed to be coming.
Of course—they probably thought the noise was just soone training. Damn it.
Still, I refused to let a demon get the better of . As a holy knight, my pride wouldn’t allow it.
I pushed myself to the limit, driving Prima back as I scread inwardly.
‘Saints, help !’
What? Why is he clearing his throat instead of helping ?
“Are you kidding ? I’m fighting the number one ranked demon, and you’re all just sitting around doing nothing?”
This was beyond unfair.
Prima’s blade grazed past my ear, making stumble. Was my ear cut? I wavered for a mont but quickly steadied myself, gripping my sword tighter.
Prima didn’t miss the opening.
His hand shot toward .
Is he going to grab my hair?
Instead, his hand cradled my head as if to shield it, his touch gentle and protective.
His gaze deepened.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t harm a single strand of your hair.”
“!”
Goosebumps erupted across my skin.
I sprang away from him, my heart pounding with rage.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I held my sword high, glaring at him. Prima landed gracefully on the ground, unbothered.
“If you’re here to kill , stop playing around and get it over with!”
This demon wasn’t even using a fraction of his true strength. He was toying with .
If the Demon King sent him to kill , why waste ti like this?
It didn’t make sense.
And it infuriated .
My glare sharpened.
“I hate being toyed with by demons,” I spat.
What did he think he was—a cat playing with its prey?
If we were going to fight, I’d rather he take it seriously. Watching him smirk as he gauged my skills was unbearable.
And why did the Duke of Dinsions look exactly like teor and carry the Holy Sword?
Everything about him was suspicious.
The fact that he was here felt ominous.
My instincts scread that he was an even greater threat to the human realm than the Demon King.
“I’ll see you again, Crescent,” he said suddenly.
“?”
A rift in space opened beside him.
“You’re stronger than I expected. Truly.”
“What are you talking about?”
He looked as though he was about to step into the rift.
Desperate to land at least one hit, I lunged at him.
“We’ll et again soon, so don’t be too upset about today.”
The Duke of Dinsions smiled faintly.
Swish!
My blade grazed where he had stood, but he disappeared before it could land.
He was gone in the blink of an eye.
***
A week passed, and the weekend arrived.
It had been a whirlwind of a week.
Even now, I was still reeling from my encounter with the Duke of Dinsions.
“Seriously… what kind of demon even is that?”
The number one ranked demon had co to kill —and he would be back.
To think that I barely escaped death in the Demon Realm, only to imdiately face such an insane opponent.
But the extraordinary events of the past week didn’t stop there.
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