The ghost knight Dullahan, once the First Legion Commander of the Demon King's Army, had originally been a mere human.

And not just any human, but one who was far removed from honor.

Long before the empire of today was established, during a time when the human kingdoms were divided, and the demons were too busy waging wars among themselves to concern themselves with other races, Richard was born as a child of the lower class.

As always, life for the lower class was anything but pleasant. Yesterday's friend could become today's enemy without hesitation, and in a place where even with eyes wide open, you could lose your nose to a thief, Richard grew up. Unsurprisingly, he became a child who could hardly be called good. He was the kind of kid who would commit all sorts of dishonest acts without a second thought.

But unlike many of his peers, who died or disappeared doing similar things, Richard had a gift.

From a young age, he was faster, stronger, and bigger than his friends. These traits served him well in the back alleys, where strength was everything.

When his parents died when he was eleven, Richard stubbornly continued to survive, and by the time he was fourteen, he had started working as a mercenary.

And he was quite good at it. Given that all he had ever done was kill people using his natural talents, it was no surprise. His talent for killing truly blossomed at that time.

It could be called a coincidence or perhaps fate. One day, while living recklessly as a mercenary as usual, Richard happened to witness the procession of a princess.@@novelbin@@

"......"

As he watched the procession, he accidentally caught sight of the princess’s face as she briefly opened the curtain and looked out the window. In that instant, he fell in love with her—just like in the tales often passed down by word of mouth.

It was possible only because the princess was the seventh child of the king, pushed to the margins and unable to even participate in the struggle for power due to her overbearing older siblings.

If it had been the first, second, or third prince in the procession, Richard’s head would have been lopped off instantly by a detection spell.

"I’m quitting the mercenary business. Don’t look for me."

"What? Are you crazy? Hey! Where are you going? At least tell us!"

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