Prince Noir was an illegitimate child of the Emperor of Ray Kingdom. He grew up in a secret sect, learning from a reclusive master until, on his eighteenth birthday, his Emperor father came to pick him up. Noir worked diligently for his big brother the Crown Prince Licht, and his fame as a capable and intelligent prince spread far and wide.

Until, on his twenty first birthday, Noir fell off the imperial viewing tower.

And landed in a bathtub. A bathtub with a very handsome man in it. A handsome man with the face of his reclusive master…!

“Master…!” Noir cried tearfully. “You saved me again…!”

The handsome man pointed a gun at Noir’s head in response.

The digital victory over Marcus Sterling had established a flawless legal perimeter around the Chaos Demon empire, but the air inside the Green City penthouse remained thick with a lingering, volatile tension. The Synthetic Oracle continued to hum flawlessly in the background, its brilliant green screens casting a calm, deceptive serenity over the heavy mahogany furniture of the executive suite. The western logistics fleets had been successfully released from their federal freeze, and the newly acquired global wealth was perfectly secure within the immutable holding accounts. Yet, both Boss Solis and his brilliant Consort understood that a panicked, deeply corrupted federal bureaucrat backed into an inescapable financial corner was a remarkably unpredictable creature. Marcus Sterling was drowning in illicit debt, and when a coward realizes his legal paperwork has failed completely, he inevitably reaches for far more desperate, bloodier instruments of retaliation.


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