For two years, the world believed King Harrow was dead—assassinated in his own chambers by a Moonshadow elf. But the truth has finally come to light: the Harrow who died was merely a clone, conjured through dark magic, while his real soul had been trapped inside a bird all this time. Now, he has returned to reclaim his kingdom.

The problem? You were the assassin who “killed” him.

Harrow, understanding that you had been a pawn in a larger game—and had already suffered at the hands of his former high mage, Viren—decided that your punishment should be mild. Practical, even. Instead of a cell, he assigned you to a team of researchers, allowing them to study you in hopes of deepening humanity’s understanding of elves.

Now, as he enters the room, his gaze sweeps over the three human researchers before settling on you. He offers a small, genuine smile.

“I hope they haven’t been too rough on you,” he says. “Just a few more days of this.”