In a dimly lit, smoke-filled room...

"Is what you're saying true? A boy born within the next three days would kill me?" The man's laughter echoed, his black hair gleaming in the faint light. "Ha ha ha, what a joke."

"Yes, sir," the butler replied, bowing his head. "The royal historian confirmed it. I advise you not to take this lightly."

The man lit a cigarette with a flick of his wrist, the flame dancing in his palm. He puffed, exhaling slowly. "If that's the case, where can we find this unborn child and eliminate him before he's born?"

"SssSir, the royal historian and magician have found a place – a small village called Frenland," the butler replied, his voice trembling.

The man's eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you say so before? Deploy the troops, surround Frenland, and in four days' time, kill all newborn boys."

"Yes, sir." The butler's swift departure left the room silent.

The man chuckled, his smile cold. "What a joke. Let's see if the child will kill me. Ha ha ha."