Zero's footsteps echoed across the white stone floors of the palace.
He was still wearing the clothes from his old world, but his body no longer felt the same.
With each step, power surged within him like boiling water.
"The Kingdom, huh? Then I'll just cut down whatever stands in my way."
As he stepped through the palace's grand doors, the servants inside screamed.
None of them recognized him. Some grabbed magic stones, some ran, and others attacked.
Zero narrowed his eyes. Something strange was happening.
When he raised his hand... the entire hall was suddenly covered in freezing mist.
One by one, the women collapsed, their bodies encased in ice.
Zero looked at his trembling hands.
— "Did that… come from me?"
He took a deep breath. The energy rising in his body couldn't be contained.
This power… didn't feel like it was his. But it wasn't resisting him either.
At that moment, six young women descended quickly from the upper floor of the palace.
Wearing armor, gripping staffs, and exuding determination—it was clear: they weren't princesses.
They were warriors.
One commanded ice. One controlled flame. One sparked with lightning…
Each of them wielded a different elemental power. But before taking a step, they all stopped.
Because Zero's eyes… defied death itself.
As spells began to rise into the air, Zero didn't flinch. He pushed open the largest door of the palace.
Inside, an old man with sharp eyes sat on a throne. It was his first time locking eyes with the king.
Zero pulled the letter from his pocket and silently placed it before the king.
— "You called for me. So I came."
The king narrowed his eyes, gazing at the letter. From the silence came only one sentence:
— "So… you're the cursed child."