47

“Master,” a middle-aged man with fire-red hair and dark brown eyes turned to Victor.

Victor was sitting in his office in the leather chair of the director of the "Aikhire" company, looking straight ahead and not reacting at all to extraneous sounds.

"Mr. Victairion," he turned to the man again.

"I'm listening to you, Gaiho," Vic said wearily, looking up at his assistant.

“Sir, as you ordered, I gathered everyone who still had a bit of magic left in them. Now they, all forty demons of the Dark World, are waiting for you in a large meeting room.

- Okay, I'll be right there.

Victor sighed wearily and rose from his chair, walking around the T-table he usually worked at, but not today, not now. All his thoughts were occupied by Elena - the one that has always been his second half of the soul, the love of his entire centuries-old life.

But their love was always forbidden, because Vic and Elena were too different. Too much. After all, he is the Prince of the Snow Demon, the ruler of the Nort