At the glacier zone at the northern tip of the West Continent, a curious phenomenon occurred at the coldest space, the iceberg—night came several times a day.

“So... are you asking me to do such a clownish thing again?”

Edward was in a terribly bad mood as he called night to the iceberg. It was due to the bad memories that appeared in his mind.

“I don’t know what is written in that letter, Edward.” 

The man standing in front of Edward, Kalen, shrugged. He had heard it briefly from Hyeonu, but he pretended not to know in front of Edward. It was because there was no need to deal with this anger by acting like he knew.

“You don’t know what is written? He wants me to start a war. He still thinks I am the Edward of the past.”

Edward slammed against the throne made of skulls and got up. At the same time, he threw away the paper he was holding in his hand. The paper floated back through the air and clung to Edward’s face.

“There is no way. I can’t afford to worry about that.”

Edward shouted as he harshly removed the paper from his face.

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