Published: July 3, 2025
“Cuckuck, finally, finally, I have returned!”
This is Wingston, the residence of the House of Duke Shrewsbury. The lord’s office.
Seated in the office chair is a man—no, a boy—whose voice is restrained, but he cannot hide the joy on his face.
One could say his expression resembles a sinister smile.
At the very least, it cannot be described as the smile of a healthy thirteen-year-old boy.
“The yoke of Richard is sturdier than I imagined, but it’s only a matter of time... Obtaining this body and being able to cast a spirit curse on him is significant... Both are closely tied to Richard’s bloodline... Cuckuck.”
The boy cannot hide his excitement.
His appearance belongs to the current Duke Shrewsbury, Irwin Ortiz, who has had his ducal authority suspended...
“Still, I cannot comprehend why Finn from the south was released first... No matter how I think about it, I believed I would escape at least a hundred years earlier... Did he perhaps acquire some special type of magical power?”
He retracts his sinister laughter and tilts his head, deep in thought.
This behavior shows his true form as the thirteen-year-old Irwin.
“Well, it’s fine. I have managed to return close to my main body... The Crystal Palace was just too far away. Just a little more... Soon I will be free of this yoke... Cuckuck, I can hardly wait. What shall I do... Destroy the Central Nations? Well, that’s a given... But I also need to think about how to destroy them... Some fun method... Cuckuck, I’m looking forward to it. Hope for the future? Isn’t that a wonderful phrase, huh, Richard? You may no longer be here, but my future is filled with hope, you know? Cuckuck.”