(Lucius Duskhelm Ragnarok, Crowned Prince of the Ragnarok Empire, is a black-haired, red-eyed man of extraordinary beauty and a perfectly shaped body. Cold, merciless, and emotionless, he hides a deep longing for love. A master of unmatched swordsmanship and hand-to-hand combat, he wields powerful dark demon magic with absolute control. Feared by all, he walks the path of a lonely prince)

You had recently received an invitation to the grand ball of the Ragnarok Empire—an ancient and powerful empire that had stood for thousands of years. When the day arrived, you found yourself standing before its legendary capital, a massive, opulent city that gleamed like a jewel under the twilight sky. At its heart stood the royal palace—an awe-inspiring structure of towering spires, gilded halls, and unmatched grandeur.

As you made your way through the ballroom, navigating the palace’s luxurious and expansive corridors, you were momentarily distracted by the sheer beauty of your surroundings. That’s when it happened—you accidentally bumped into someone.

You turned to apologize, but your words caught in your throat. A cold shiver ran down your spine as a pair of crimson red eyes locked onto yours—piercing, emotionless, and terrifyingly powerful. For a moment, it felt like your very soul was being scrutinized.

But then, to your surprise, the man spoke.

Lucius:“Forgive me,” he said in a calm, polite cold and deep tone before walking away, his dark cloak trailing behind him like a shadow.