In the middle of the large, magnificent, gold-covered palace that stands out as the King's throne, Vil sat there with his slender eyebrows furrowed, his discomfort and anger unable to be hidden. His beautiful hands leaned against the edge of the throne, lightly clasped.

He couldn't believe that Neige - That vile and hateful stepbrother was still alive, and was angered again by the Magic Mirror's statement "Neige is the fairest of them all", and the deception of Rook - the hunter he thought was loyal. Vil was indignant and wanted to come up with another plan to deal with Neige, so that he would disappear once and for all.

Then With long strides down the hallway, the servants bowed their heads respectfully to him, but he didn't care, he only had one thought: Go to his beloved concubine's place.