Eugene dug his fingers into his chest, feeling his pounding heart.

‘The Annihilation Hammer is the Demon King of Carnage’s weapon,’ Eugene thought.

He was ranked number five among the Demon Kings, the first Demon King to be killed by the hero party 300 years ago.

The Demon King of Carnage didn’t know of the Moonlight Sword. Vermouth had yet to find the sword at that point, so he used the Holy Sword to cut the Demon King’s head.

The fight had continued all night, collapsing every plain near the Demon King’s castle. That was how the plains had been transformed into hilly lands. During the terrain change, an underground dungeon was revealed. Although no one was sure when the dungeon had been built, Vermouth had found the Moonlight Sword inside after that disastrous fight.

‘It’s a Demon King’s remnant, but the Demon King of Carnage wouldn’t recognize the Moonlight Sword.’ Eugene continued his train of thought.

However, Eward — who seemed to be resonating with the remnant — accurately recognized the Moonlight Sword. The existence of the Moonlight Sword hadn’t been passed down among the Lionhearts’ descendants, let alone the world. The only people who remembered the Moonlight Sword in the current generation were the reincarnated Hamel or long-living beings that had lived since that generation.

“Well, well.” With a scornful smile, Eugene dug his fingers into his chest as if he was grabbing his heart.

Badump, badump, badump.

His heart pounded faster. His rage and his hatred were mixed into one desire: to kill.

“Fucking great to see you again, you son of a bitch.” Eugene spat.

The Demon King of Carnage didn’t know the Moonlight Sword, but the Demon King of Cruelty did.

Of course, he did. The Demon King of Cruelty had been torn apart by the Moonlight Sword’s light.

Tempest said the darkness spirit that wrapped around Eward was a Demon King’s remnant. Eugene was also sensing it since he vividly remembered what had happened 300 years ago. The Demon Kings he had fought against...