Blood Sword of Another World

In the dim, chilly hall of the castle, a black-haired, red-eyed, handsome young man sat upright on a throne of black stone. An aura of supreme authority radiated from him, and his sharply angled brows were tightly furrowed. He clutched an ancient-looking parchment covered in faint, strange markings, speaking in a thoroughly exasperated tone.

"I suspect that witch from the later heavens hit you so hard she damaged your brain. First that seal, and now this. Have you even thought about the consequences?"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.