My name is Loki.
The prince of Elbaf, the new king of the giants, and the son of the puppet king Harald.
But in this land, people prefer to use the lightest, coldest, and most biting words to call me in the dark.
Patricide.
I have never killed an enemy, never rebelled against the country, or fought for power.
I only killed one person.
My father.
Not for the throne.
Not for power.
Not for myself.
I killed him because the One in heaven turned him into a toy that was not even worthy of death.
A walking, bone-rattling, eternally painful golem.
And I am the one who cuts off all his pain with my own hands.
He is also the person who personally nailed himself to the pillar of shame in Elbaf's history.
