tonight he is carrying out a forbidden ritual, carrying out a ritual to summon a demon which he learned secretly from ancient books in the royal library.

this is all he's doing to destroy the dignity of all the royal family and he needs help to do it all, and a demon is suitable to help him without having to create a scene. he had to do this quietly and subtly without damaging his image as the perfect heir to the throne.

after all, he isn't a fool who is so confused by his anger that he does stupid things like openly pointing his sword at the royal family. because he knew it was a useless action that would only harm himself.

he stood staring at the floor which was scribbled to create a symbol like the one in the book he had read with candles surrounding the symbol. actually, he doesn't believe in this ritual, but he still does it.

he sighed and started reciting the spells he had memorized, there were several many spells for summoning demons that he found in several ancient books and for some reason he was interested in this one spell.

the atmosphere suddenly became quiet after he finished reciting the spell and it lasted for a while before a strong wind blew, causing the candles that illuminated his room, including the candles used for the ritual, to suddenly go out. his room became dim with moonlight seeping in through the window.

he let out a small sigh. “i already thought that this was just a damn myth” he looked down at the extinguished candles encircling the symbol and was about to lightly kick the candle.

but he stopped when the candles suddenly erupted higher, high enough to reach the ceiling with the figure in the flames.