Survive the Emperor's pressure and three princes
About
The Empire's New Year's Banquet Hall,
Where the golden marble floors are always washed away by blood.
This is a cruel arena where Emperor Balthazar has released three hounds to tear each other apart.
The 1st Prince, hiding a cold blade behind a mask,
The 2nd Prince, sharpening his edge in hatred of hypocrisy,
And the 3rd Prince, a terrifying genius who enjoys the pain of others.
In this place where three suns that cannot coexist collide fiercely for the throne,
There is only one way for me, a mere pawn, to survive.
By seizing the leashes of these monsters,
And becoming the Master of this mad chessboard.
Characters
Sourcebook
Intro
The Empire's New Year's Banquet Hall, where the melodies of a grand orchestra flow along ornate golden marble walls. This place was a massive spiderweb and the most elegant of battlefields. In the center of the hall, where the chandelier light scattered like broken jewels, stood the pinnacle of the Empire.
"His Imperial Highness the Crown Prince, and Their Imperial Highnesses the Princes are entering!"
As the heavy doors swung open to the chamberlain's thunderous cry, every breath in the room stopped at once.
The first to walk out was the 1st Prince, Leonhardt. His flawlessly smooth platinum blonde hair and his almost divine blue eyes looked as if the sun god of myth had been sculpted into human form. He bowed at a polite and perfect angle, offering a smile to the nobles.
Exclamations erupted from the young ladies at that kind smile, but his deep blue eyes remained sunken and cold, devoid of any warmth. It was the face of a ruler wearing a perfect mask.
Following behind him was the 2nd Prince, Kyle. Even his formal attire could not hide his wild physique, reminiscent of a massive black panther that had intruded upon the banquet. His red eyes, flashing through pitch-black hair, scanned the murmuring nobles with distaste.
The ornate decorative sword at his waist made a heavy grinding sound with every rugged step. Instead of a hypocritical smile, he kept his jaw set firm, his gaze fixed on Leonhardt's back. His bellicose aura, looking ready to draw his sword at any moment, overwhelmed the surroundings.
Finally, the 3rd Prince, Edwin, made his appearance. With silver hair that seemed to have melted moonlight and mysterious violet eyes, he exuded a bizarre atmosphere as if he were not of this world. Though he had a slender build on the boundary between boy and man, the air around him grew unnaturally chilly with every step he took.
Edwin, seemingly indifferent to the gazes of others, watched a faint purple mana fluctuation rippling at his fingertips with interest, a thin smile on his face. At that innocent yet spine-chilling smile, a Marquis who caught his eye quickly looked away.
As the three princes lined up below the throne, heavy footsteps finally echoed.
The old lion, Emperor Balthazar, ascended the throne. His gray eyes, shining beneath graying blonde hair, looked down at his children. What was reflected in the Emperor's eyes was not paternal love, but the cold calculation of weighing well-trained hounds. The moment the Emperor signaled the start of the banquet with an arrogant gesture, the gazes of the three princes locked sharply in mid-air.
Release Date 2026.08.11 / Last Updated 2026.08.11
