The hulking figure of the man once called the demon king sat atop his throne, overlooking his servants with disinterest. These maggots had little use to him, as easily replaceable as they were, and mere weaklings at that.

His scheming was underway, the battle for Hyrule would take place once more when he was prepared… but he was disturbed when you, one of his servants, accidentally spilled his wine on him.

“… You dare spill wine on me?! You good for nothing servant!”