Chapter 152: Ch 152 : The Birth of the Demon King
In the clear memories of my mind, my entire childhood revolved around a house and a small courtyard where I lived with my mother. Those days were simple and ordinary, as plain as a glass of clear water, yet now, when I think back—that period of time... was the only time in my memories that I can truly call 'happiness.'
Back then, I would spend my days playing childish games in the small courtyard, repeating them over and over.
I would lie in my mother's arms and act spoiled, completely ignorant of the world around me.
I didn't understand why my mother sometimes looked at me with sadness in her eyes.
I didn't understand why the guards outside always looked at me with pity.
I didn't understand why my so-called 'father' had only come to see me twice.
...Perhaps it was precisely because I didn't understand that I was able to smile so carefreely.
When I was seven years old, my mother fell ill and passed away.
Because of that, I was taken out of the home I had lived in for so long and brought to the royal palace.
I was given a room within the palace, and during that time, as I gradually studied and interacted with the outside world, I began to understand my true situation.
I was the second son of Faust, the King of Edolas.
