"So in fact, after the brave man killed the evil dragon and rescued the princess, he decisively abandoned his wife and daughter for the sake of beauty and the throne?"

Some people rightly think so, after all, such unfolding is all too common.

Moreover, it is clear that there is not only one person who would think this way, but most of the people present think so.

Even the queen was the same, she looked at her husband beside her in disbelief, and some couldn't accept that the man she once loved so much was such a villain.

Even though the king repeatedly defended himself, he kept saying to everyone that "he is not, he is not, this child is not his .......".

But it was of no use, and after the elven witch showed her face, all the king's words were pale and feeble.

Most of the men present looked at the king with a look of "don't explain, everyone is a man, I understand" as his face gradually turned pale.

The ladies present also looked at this virtuous king who they once revered and admired with disdain, and mocked in their hearts, "Hehe, this is a man." ”

So, a few minutes ago, His Majesty the King, who was a role model for all the men of the empire and the dream lover of all ladies, was so discredited.

In a sense, the man is socially dead.

Seeing that everything was irretrievable, the dead man stopped explaining meaninglessly, and only glanced back at the queen whom he loved dearly.

The queen turned her head away from his gaze, as if she didn't want to look at the man who had broken her heart again.

So, the last light in the eyes of the brave man, who had been admired by all and blessed by the gods, disappeared, and he looked with sad eyes at the witch who smiled happily in the shadows.

"Are you really my daughter?"

The disillusioned king asked.

"Of course, my father, it's definitely your blood that runs through me."

The witch bowed to the king and said in a tone of utmost affirmation.

"Then please take care of your brother, this is your duty as an older sister."

The king straightened his face a little, and said to the witch as if he were commanding or pleading.

The witch looked at the unexpectedly calm man in front of her with some surprise and puzzlement, the happy smile on the corner of her mouth froze, and she nodded a little bewildered.

Seeing this, the king seemed to be at ease.

He removed the crown from his head, which shrank in his hand, and with a gentle movement he placed the small crown on the head of the prince in the cradle.

The scepter that he had let go of and never left his hand, the scepter that symbolized the supreme authority of the empire, turned into a streamer and flew to the center of the city, and was planted in front of the Iron Throne, unsupported, but standing straight.

He took off the garb that represented the king's identity, revealing the outfit that had never changed inside, which was the equipment of his brave age.

"Roaring ......"

A loud roar that was not humanly capable came from the king's mouth, and he grew black scales and claws in agony under the gaze of the crowd.

Finally, a pitch-black dragon lay on the top of the castle, looked down at everyone who was frightened by this scene, and without looking back, it flapped its wings and broke through the air.

The empire that lost its king soon fell into chaos, and the only queen who could still be in charge of the work was also devastated because of the continuous blows, and hid in the church as a nun, and the empire that had ruled the south for hundreds of years came to an end in just a few months.

Everyone stared at the Iron Throne, but no one could pull up the scepter that had symbolized royal power before the Iron Throne.

In desperation, after a long period of interference from the teachings of the world, the southern realm was transformed from an imperial system to a federal parliamentary system, and until the birth of a new king, the lords' council handled the affairs of the southern territory on its behalf.

Well, it seems that everyone has tacitly forgotten that the empire actually has an orthodox heir, the cursed prince.

.............

"So, an empire of my size is gone before I have time to inherit it?"

In the castle room, Merlin let out a disgraceful cry of salted fish.

"The cursed demon prince, the fuse of the fall of the empire, these titles are really awesome, I was born as a baby to break through such an achievement, I really deserve to be lucky 15 of me, it's a disaster"

He felt sorry for his dream of being an emperor before he even started, but he forgot about it after five minutes, and turned his head to take advantage of the night to take advantage of the outside of the castle for a walk.

After all, the night was long, and because of the curse of that cheap sister, he turned into a demon at night, and now he only felt that he couldn't use up his strength, and he didn't want to sleep at all.

In this different world with no computers, no games, no novels, and no comics, he can't think of any other way to pass the time than to run out and wander.

"It's like playing a live-action RPG adventure game, let's go see the night view of another world."

With this in mind, he cautiously pushed the door open.

From the memory of the original owner, Merlin knew that there was a large number of servants serving him in this castle besides himself.

Ever since Daddy turned into a dragon and fled away, and Mom hid in the monastery of the Church, the poor original owner was all raised by the servants in the castle, otherwise he would have died a long time ago.

As for why his empire is gone, but the servants are still there? That's where he asks his dear cheap sister.

Since she had promised the king to take care of his cheap brother, the elven witch had no intention of losing her word, and of course, she didn't have the time herself, let alone take care of children, so she simply attached a curse and tied everyone in the castle to death with her lovely brother.

The fate of all of them is tied to Merlin, the demon prince, and if Merlin dies, everyone will be buried together, and correspondingly, if Merlin lifts the curse, they can be free.

It's just that Merlin is a time-traveler after all, and he hasn't fully adapted to this new identity yet, and he doesn't want to alarm the servants who watched him grow up and are familiar with him.

However, the problem now is that the witch's curse is not only imprisoned, but also strengthened, and those servants who were once only mortals are now difficult to deal with, and it is not an easy matter for him to sneak out of the city.

"Alas, shame on you, you've been a demon for so many years, and you don't even know how to do magic or anything, forget it, I'll do it myself."

Merlin, who didn't find any good solution from the memory of the original owner, sighed, and then silently summoned his golden finger in his heart.

"KP, I'm going to have a sneak."