BEAUTY QUEEN

The door was slowly opened, as if some heavy force was pushing it inside, and he saw a pair of cloudy eyes and a pair of wrinkled hands.

"I am a knifesmith. Please let me in."

He wants to hit the No.13 knife.

A knife that can confuse priests and even gods, and is used to cut the throats of sacrifices.

In exchange for what, young man?

That voice was like a rotten fruit exuding a disgusting aura. It was a kind of poison that gradually spread in the cracks of time. That world was crumbling and immediately about to become restless, degenerate, disorderly and chaotic.

what do you want?

……

The honest demon smiled and said to all humans:

It's not that you can get everything you ask for.

If you do well, will you not have honour? And if you do not have honour?