Laxus had successfully imprisoned Deimos's soul through magic and sealing him in a form that would never again be able to resist.
The king's younger brother, who had been a key member of the rebel forces, along with the fox beastman and the rest of their companions, had also been captured.
All that remained now was to wait for their executions, one by one.
With the rebellion crushed and the prince's curse lifted, the peace returned to the kingdom.
The royal family, whose authority had nearly collapsed, regained its prestige.
It seemed as though a peaceful resolution had finally been reached, one that everyone could accept.
However, even in the midst of that calm, there were still those who bore the wounds of that day.
Two weeks had passed since the incident at the royal palace.
A large bed sat before him.
At its center lay a beloved figure—one so delicate and beautiful, it was almost terrifying.
A boy slept on it, unmoving.
"Rocco…"
