"I haven't disclosed any information to anyone. How did the granduncle find out?"
The young man sitting on the Demon King's Throne raised his hand. From his palm, a crescent blade gradually emerged, shimmering with a hazy golden light, yet entirely pure white and flawless.
This weapon with a long and slightly curved blade, though devoid of any decorations, possesses an exquisite and flawless beauty due to its pristine white material. The aura it emits compels those who witness it to instinctively kneel and worship.
The origin of this weapon is simple: it was crafted by honing a rib taken from the Immortal King. As the Demon King and second-generation Undying King, Wayne has devoted over thirty years of effort to this weapon.
Though he collected the raw materials and crafted this weapon entirely on his own, there's never a wall without cracks in this world.
Even if he hasn't told anyone, the moment something exists, there's potential for it to be observed and perceived.
