Sylvandar Kingdom.
At the largest rice field in the kingdom.
The heat from the sun seed to burn everything.
And that was why all the farrs had returned ho to escape this torture.
Even a fool could tell that this was not a suitable ti to plant crops.
It could be said that it was the worst ti to do so.
However, on that giant rice field, there was still a farr working diligently.
It seed that even the hellish heat from the sun could not move him.
It seed that the word "tired" did not exist in the farr’s dictionary.
What an indomitable will.
"And that’s it!"
The man threw the hoe down hard, stood up straight, and smiled with satisfaction.
He had finished his work for the day.
"Huh?"
But then, as the farr was wiping the sweat from his forehead, he noticed a woman not far away.
"She is...?"
When he saw her, the farr’s heart completely froze.
Part of it was because of her appearance.
"Number 1 beauty" was indeed a fitting description for this woman.
With that elegant and refined appearance, all the n would definitely think that she was from so noble family.
But, contrary to that appearance, that woman exuded a strange yet extrely charming aura.
It was like when a person knew that sothing was very dangerous.
But they still wanted to get close to it.
Was this... charming?
And the other reason was... the appearance of that woman in this place.
With just a glance, the farr realized that sothing was wrong.
Why would a woman with such an appearance appear in a place like this?
Even if she was a farr like him, what was she wearing?
It was a white fur coat.
It was not suitable for the current weather.
It was not suitable for farming.
"...A madman?"
But no matter what, she was still a beauty.
And that was what attracted the farr’s entire mind.
"Well, if I talk to her, I won’t lose anything."
Muttering, he started to approach the woman.
anwhile, she kept her eyes closed, standing still in one place, not moving at all.
Like a statue.
It seed... that woman didn’t even notice that man approaching her.
Or... she didn’t even pay attention to the farr’s approach.
"Hello, girl, what are you doing in this middle of nowhere?"
The farr gave a polite smile.
"..."
But the only response he got was a deathly silence from the woman.
She didn’t even open her eyes to look at him.
Despite being ignored, the farr still didn’t give up.
It was as if he was possessed by a ghost.
"Can you tell your na?"
"...Astral."
This ti, she did react.
"Wow, Astral? That’s a nice na!"
The farr lavished her with complints.
"Then, may I see your eyes? Soone as beautiful as you must have equally beautiful eyes, right?"
He continued, not realizing that he was pushing himself closer to death.
"..."
Apparently, Astral had paused slightly.
"...You... really want to see?"
The farr nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
He felt as if his spring was drawing nearer:
"Of course!"
"...Okay."
With a smile, Astral slowly opened her eyes.
And at that very mont, her body emitted a strange aura, enveloping the entire rice field.
"Eh?"
The next second, the farr had completely lost consciousness.
Or rather, he died, without even seeing her eyes.
And not only him, all the humans in this area had passed away without knowing the reason for their deaths.
The destruction had not stopped yet.
Because not long after, all the rice fields had been poisoned and died.
Needless to say, this was an extrely great loss for the kingdom of Sylvandar.
anwhile, the one who caused all this, Astral, was still standing there, smiling faintly.
"Oh sorry, I haven’t introduced myself clearly yet."
Looking at the corpse of that farr, she continued:
"I am Astral. One of the demon king’s commanders. Nice to et you."
***
The capital of the kingdom of Aetherforge.
Since it was rush hour, all the streets were bustling with people.
But, on the road with the most people moving, stood a young man with a delicate appearance but made people feel as if he had a lot to share.
Unlike all the others, he just stood still in one place, staring into an indefinite space.
And because of this difference, he received a lot of curious looks from the people.
— Hey, what’s wrong with that guy? Why is he just standing still?
— Is he crazy?
— You should try talking to him.
— No way, he looks handso, but at first glance he seems ntally unstable. What if I get bitten?
"..."
The man heard the gossip.
But he didn’t care.
If humans heard the gossip of ants about them, would humans care?
The answer was no.
And then, after a while, a person approached the man, seemingly overco by his own curiosity.
"Hey young man, are you okay? Why are you standing still?"
"...1."
Suddenly, the young man said sothing completely unrelated.
"I see you’ve been standing here for over an hour."
"2."
"Do you have anything to share?"
"3."
"Hey, can you hear ?"
"4."
"What’s your na?"
"5."
It was only then that the young man looked straight into the man’s eyes.
"You’ve talked to five tis."
"Huh?"
The man was bewildered, not understanding what was going on, but still nodded his head involuntarily.
"Do you understand what that ans?"
"...Um... no?"
The man shook his head.
"That ans you have beco my slave, the puppet I will control for the rest of your life."
"Huh?"
The man replied in confusion.
But the next mont, his body completely stiffened.
That man was no longer himself.
He was now just... an empty shell.
"Welco to Amon’s collection, one of the demon king’s commanders."
Then, Amon pointed towards the others, revealing a sinister smile.
"Now, find more slaves."
Just like that, in less than a day, the entire humans in the capital of the Aetherforge kingdom were no longer themselves.
They had all beco toys for Amon.
"Now, have you understood the difference between humans and demons, you lowly being?"
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