Demon Samurai Mga Nobela at Kwento

Fail on purpose. He entered the combat ring, his eyes scanning the crowd, and he froze. Standing among the nobles, dressed in black, a man Lysan hoped he would never see again. Roman Da'Luka. The young version of the Demon king Lysan had killed in his previous life, looking extremely young and charming, with pale grey eyes. And he was looking directly at Lysan.

SAMIEN'S POV I stood still watching my world crash before my very eyes. Everything I had worked so hard to achieve in the last three months had come crashing on me. Hot tears burned my cheeks, the words of the council's head replaying in me. This was the end for me. Not just the end. This was shame! Pain! Humiliation. “Long time no see, Samien!” Vesperus said sarcastically, disrupting my thoughts. I raised my head to her, my hands tightened into fists.