Chloe's hand tightened on the hilt of her dagger, her eyes narrowing at this new, swaggering potential rival for my favor.
Pixia's holographic console was flashing with a stream of data so fast it was a blur.
"My Lord!" she squeaked, her voice an octave higher than usual. "His rank! It is… it is unclassifiable! The system simply lists it as 'Heroic Spirit'! His potential is… infinite!"
Setanta.
The name tickled a distant memory from my old life. A story. A legend.
Cú Chulainn. The Hound of Ulster. The greatest hero of Irish mythology.
His childhood name was Setanta.
I had just summoned a literal hero.
A legendary, mythological hero.
To serve me. A Demon King.
The sheer, glorious, system-breaking absurdity of it all was breathtaking.
"A good fight, you say?" I replied, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across my face.
"Son, you've just signed up for the main event."
I stood up from my throne.
The time for planning was over.
The time for waiting was over.
