In this long night known to no one, only the Demon King knows that the true prophet is a young man named Mark.
Although he doesn't have much talent and is full of complaints, he magically predicted one thing—
"They turned the women of the Kingdom into prostitutes, some dressed in sheep's clothing selling their behinds, some dressed sharply selling theirs... And the men, they trained into dwarfs in Spirit, sheep under the stick, turtles in the pond."
They are the Nobles of the Rhode Kingdom.
Of course, maybe this doesn't count as a prophecy.
Long before the Demon King's corruption arrived, their Souls had already rotted.
Not because of Hell, not because of Chaos.
This blame cannot be placed on anyone else.
...
The next morning, the mercenaries extinguished the bonfire, packed up pots and pans, and Thomas's caravan set out in the hazy mist.
