Every story will have an end, just as every story will have a beginning. Although death is a heavy end that all living beings are unwilling to face, for others, when a creature dies, his life can be judged and his value can be measured. So if we can put aside our own identity as living beings and look at death from the perspective of a spectator narrator, then it's not that bad, is it?

"It's nonsense, I only know one kind of death, and I can only understand one kind of death. Devil, you don't want to deceive me. The Greylion King, who was standing in the room at the top of the castle, roared angrily, pointing to a corner of the room. The waiter outside the room cowered as he listened to the roar, and thought that there must be no one in there but the king. But that was the end of his mind, and by the time the poor waiter woke up again, it would be hours later.

"Don't be so excited, my majesty. You see, because of you, I had to put the poor gentleman to sleep. When he discovers early tomorrow morning that the king who was supposed to be protected is dead, I think the gallows will be his final destination, and that's not what we want to see, is it?" The devil's body gradually took shape, and he was trapped in the shadows below the knee, constantly combining and scattering, proving that the world did not welcome his visit.

"Hmph. Siggett snorted, and he turned back to sit back on the only chair in the room. It was the only piece of furniture in the room, a cold chair that was set into the floor. According to the Hearn family's training, the chair is not allowed to be wrapped in anything that would make it sit more comfortable or look better. Contrary to the bad feeling of sitting, the orientation of this chair matches the height of the room, allowing the person sitting on it to see the dawn of the royal capital first. For Hearn, who has held the throne of kings for generations, it is a quiet room for reflection and a final place for every king who dies in the castle to sum up his life.

"I've said it many times, but I really want to say it again. Your family, the Hearns, is one of the most impressive families I have ever seen in the reign of an emperor in so many mortal realms. You are such an incredible bunch of guys, for a race with a long lifespan, no matter how extraordinary a hero is, his descendants will quickly fall into mediocrity, and occasionally one or two will be reinvigorated, mostly because of acquired education rather than self-discipline in the bloodline. At the end of the day, bloodlines don't have the ability to guide people. The devil spoke at length to himself, dragging his mandied body to his seat. But unlike the courtiers who prostrate around the throne, the masked evil spirit condescendingly looked at the lord of the lion on the throne, like an angel sent by the god in those oil paintings. So what really has the ability to guide people's hearts? Hehe, yes, law and dogma, morality and responsibility. In this I have to admit that mortals, you and your ancestors have done so perfectly, and your actions have interpreted what is, order. ”

"I'm not here to hear you say that, devil. Sigurt stared straight out the window into the darkness, the king knew that the night had just begun, and that there was still a long time to wait for the dawn. And for himself, maybe the dawn will never come.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I've been feeling too much. You know I can't keep my mouth shut, and that's probably why I can't be one of those feared devils, and so many times I've almost been tempted to tell the poor creatures how many traps they have in what they're going to sign and they turn a blind eye to it. That's why I had to put on a mask, and I'm afraid that my expression will frighten the fish that are about to be hooked, like that little wizard not too long ago, hehe. The humble body of the evil spirit, his hands in circles in the air, as if explaining his many words. But he soon realized that he didn't need to do that in front of the man in the iron chair, "But I suppose that a monarch like you would not make such a mistake if he became my kind, wouldn't he? I mean, a man like you seems to be born to be trusted by others, and your courtiers, who believe in you so much, have never doubted you..."

"That's enough!" the king frowned, his hand gripping the armrest of his chair, and the bruises bulging on it. Soon, though, Siggett's body relaxed, he knew that the other party would not be frightened by the roar, and he didn't want the devil to guide his feelings, "Do what you have to do, devil." ”

Siggett's calmness silenced the masked demon for a moment, and he looked at the mortal through the mask, although his words were full of praise for the Hearn family and Hearn Siggett, but it was mostly just the devil's habitual confusion. But now, the self-proclaimed Mr. Smiling being really sensed something special about the Greylion King, but he couldn't understand what that meant. Shaking his head slightly, the devil decided to do as the mortals instructed.

"Well, my majesty. So, the final question, although this deal was not made by the devil, the broker still asked to keep this link. Siggett Hearn, if you want to pray, pray. Pray to the gods you believe in, to the gods you know, and pray that they will show up to stop us from this evil act. Pray to them and save your soul. The devil whispered, his voice circling the king, and the language became as deceptive as honey at this moment.

"No need. I know a lot of gods, I know their names, their legends, their teachings. But I will not pray to them, because I am the king of the lion, the blood of Herne, so I will not pray to God for forgiveness, for salvation. If killing is a sin, then I am willing to pay for every life I kill, if anger is a sin, then I am willing to pay for every anger I burn, if life itself is a sin, oh, what if I embrace the devil?"

"Ah, that's the best ending prayer I've ever heard. I'm getting goosebumps when you say it, even though I don't have skin. At some point, the demon had already stood in front of Siggett, blocking the view from the window. His legs were also made whole, and all the details of his entire body were clearly visible. The devil has arms outstretched, and his masked face is raised high, facing upwards. "Then, the deal is opened. In my witness, my employer, the broker, has made a pact with you, the last descendant of the royal family, that your soul will belong to him, and he will let the dark heart of the lion's realm continue to sleep. Regardless, there are still a few more processes that your soul needs to go through before they can come in handy. Before that, please take a break. We'll have a lot to say when you wake up. ”

An ominous black mist spilled from beneath the devil's robes, enveloping him and Siggert in the iron chair. This process lasted for a long time, almost as long as the whole night. When the first rays of the morning light shone into this room, there was no sign of the devil in the room. The sunlight, climbing up the chair, seemed to feel the heat, and the person sitting in the chair moved his fingers. He stretched as if he had just woken up from a deep sleep, and then a smile appeared on his lips when he saw the sunrise.

"It's a good deal. ”