Once upon a time, I became the dreaded Skeleton King, a being who proved troublesome even for the gods.
“If you do our work for us, we’ll turn you into a human.”
But then, the gods tricked me with a fraudulent contract and sealed me away.
“With the Skeleton King gone, let us rid the world of demonkind.”
“The purge of demonkind and the work to spread the good word—let us entrust it all to our precious
“As for that insolent Skeleton King… let us trap him in the body of a bug and torture him for all eternity.”
That should have been the end of my story.
“Oh my, Holy One. You’ve awakened?”
Instead, I became the Saint? And not only that, but the son of a duke in the Holy Empire—the very empire that sustains the gods?
Then if I make this nation fall… won’t the gods fall with it?
“Oh dear, what has our baby Saint in such a good mood?”
“Holy One, here’s a toy that once belonged to that wretched Skeleton King. Would you like to break it?”
“The mighty gods have reclaimed all that arrogant king had to his name for daring to defy them.”
I’m going to destroy this country…
Let us bleed the gods dry and erase them from existence.
