“King of the end?”

It was a title, and Theo examined the woman’s face as he reiterated it. The woman was neat, well-cleaned and had pale white skin. Her features had a lily’s simplicity that only accentuated her beauty. Who would want to hurt this tearful and beautiful woman? Any normal male who didn’t know the situation would’ve pulled out their handkerchief.

However, Theo just looked down at her mercilessly.

... What, who is this woman?

He had seen many beautiful women and knew that Hipatia was very beautiful. She was an alabaster beauty comparable to Veronica, Aquilo, and Ellenoa. Nevertheless, he kept his composure. All of his senses were alert, and he wouldn’t be tempted by lust or sympathy.

Theo quickly picked up on something the woman had said, ‘Jerem, King of the End’. He had heard it once before. It took a second, but Theo finally remembered where he had heard it and his expression stiffened.

Jerem, is it related to that grimoire?

As if in response, the information window of Death’s Worship...