"Your schemes end here, Hero Candidate."
The mention of the secret title caught the attention of the confidently posturing Kashvi. His eyes reddened as he faced Haruki with a more scrutinizing gaze, tightening his grip on his weapon. "Who the hell are you and how do you know about my selection as a Hero Candidate?!"
Haruki clutched the rapier's handle with his right hand, placing the pulsating dark blade on his left, as if holding a harmless baton instead of a sword. Releasing his Disguise at this moment, the two Humans watched as his hair and eyes melted into a deep black, shedding the mask of an easily frightened young man to make way for a ruler biding his time in the shadows.
"You can call me Haruki. Also known as the Demon Sovereign of Lust."
The young Demon King flashed a charming and amused grin, projecting a sense of power he knew deep inside was completely false. After all, he was still a Sealed little weakling, equivalent to a toddling rookie who lost all his equipment.
