Henry von Marx, the lion of this empire and one of its protectors, was born into a noble family, but not just any noble family within the empire. On the contrary, the empire was subservient to the Marx family. This was due to the family's long history of producing a remarkable generation of heroes who defeated the demons and inflicted immense damage upon them, from its first leader, Ken von Marx, to the current leader, Henry von Marx.
Because of the Marx family's strength and unwavering support for the empire, the emperor offered Henry von Marx the hand of his third daughter, Annabel, in marriage to his son, Karl von Marx.
Henry von Marx accepted, having witnessed his son Karl's love for Annabel.
Back to reality:
In a luxurious room containing a library, a handsome man with black hair and striking golden eyes sat.
Although he appeared to be in his twenties, he was actually thirty-nine years old.
He was signing the papers on his desk.
Who else could it be but Henry von Marx?
As Henry von Marx signed the papers on his desk, he said in a very cold voice,
"Haven't I always told you to knock before entering, Kala? I'm not like Karl."
When Henry said this, the girl who had entered the room smiled slightly and said,
"I apologize, sir, but there's something I must tell you about the young master."
"Well, does he want to see me? Tell him I'm busy right now."
Henry von Marx replied coldly.
Upon hearing Henry's reply, Kala smiled and looked at him, her bright blue eyes turning a violet hue.
"Heh, as expected of you, Lion of the Empire. Even though I didn't tell you what Karl said, you figured out what he wanted. Are you still watching me and thinking I'd harm the young master?" Kala spoke these words in a very twisted and sinister voice.
After Kala said this, Henry von Marx applied such intense pressure that Kala fell to her knees.
Then he looked at her and said in an angry voice:
"Do you think I don't know what you're thinking about my son? You know I don't want what happened to Karl to happen to him seven years ago. Don't you dare think that just because I spared you for Karl's sake, I won't do anything to you, you damned devil!"
Henry said this while looking at Kala, who was gasping for breath under his immense pressure.
Then he stepped closer to her, grabbed her by the neck, and said:
"Tell my son I can't see him now. That's an order. And if I find Karl coming to me, I swear I'll throw you to a pack of hungry orcs when you realize the importance of what you're doing."
As Henry said this, he threw Kala so far that she hit the wall.
Then...
Spit!!!
Calla spat out a large amount of blood.
"Now get out of my sight!" Henry shouted.
After Henry shouted, Calla bowed and said in a very weak voice,
"Yes, sir."
Then she left the room.
Although she was in a very miserable state, she let out a very twisted laugh as she walked around the palace.
"Heh, don't worry, Henry von Marx! Don't worry! Your son will be in good hands," Calla said, clutching her private parts.
"So, Grimory, you're telling me I must go to the Crippen Labyrinth to strengthen myself in order to enter the Academy," Karl said.
[Yes, sir, you must strengthen yourself in this labyrinth, but I advise you to be careful in the area, as it is not the same area you played in the game.]
"How is that, Grimory?"
After Grimory said these words, Karl was surprised and asked the same question.
[Sir, to tell you the truth, although this world you live in now is a game you played in a previous life, this is the reality you are living in. You must, sir, with all your might, save this world and prevent its destruction, and in doing so, you can achieve the freedom you have always desired.]
"Very well, Grimory," Karl replied.
While Karl was speaking with Grimory, Kala entered.
The strange thing was that despite the beating she had received from Henry von Marx, Kala was completely unharmed, without any visible wounds or bruises on her body, which had been subjected to Henry von Marx's attack.
"Kala, what's wrong?" Karl asked.
"I'm sorry, young sir, but the head of the family refused to see you," Kala replied, bowing her head apologetically.
"What?" Karl asked. "I'm sorry, young master, but these are the master's orders, and I cannot disobey," Cala replied sadly.
[My lord, I apologize, but you must enter the Creeping Labyrinth, or you will face serious problems in the future.]
"What problems, Grimory?" Carl Grimory wondered to himself.
[It can be said that the plot will be significantly affected afterward, and you will be cursed with a loss of power during the Academy arc, resulting in significant losses for you and ¥€¥.]
"What happened to you, Grimory? Can you continue the story?" Carl asked anxiously.
[Yes, my lord, I apologize. I cannot continue the story because, as I said, you must strengthen yourself to learn the rest of the story. Consider me a very weak scribe; as your power increases, mine will increase as well.]
"Damn it!! Well, damned book, but book, know one thing, I'm not doing this for you or for the other Karl von Marx or for this world. In fact, what I'm doing is only to get my dream that all people have, which is freedom."
Karl responded with a cold, sharp expression, demonstrating his determination to gain and achieve freedom.
Then he looked at Kala with a sharp, resolute gaze.
This look made Kala tremble, not from fear or shock, but from ecstasy.
Although it reminded her of Henry von Marx's gaze, there was no difference between father and son.
But Karl's charming expression, to Kala, filled her with such excitement that if Henry hadn't threatened her, she would have eaten Karl.
Karl said,
"Come on, Kala, let's go meet the head of the family right away."