Third Princess wants to save the world?

Shaitan looked at herself in the mirror.

Her long silver hair, tinged with faint blue shadows, flowed softly over her shoulders, giving her an air that was cold, distant, almost ethereal.

Yet all of this was the result of a sickness Shaitan had inflicted upon herself.

At present, she was a mage without magic—at least for a time.

Her once vividly blue hair had turned silver, leaving behind only faint traces of the color it used to be.

Her golden eyes blinked rapidly. Her condition was slightly better now, at least. For the past two days, she had been confined to her room, far too weak to move. The elixirs her father had given her were enough for her to stand today—and nothing more.

At the very least, her hair was no longer completely silver. That alone was a relief.

It would prevent others from assuming she had exhausted all of her mana.

They’ll think I only used a large amount—just not enough to fall into mana reflux. For now, I must hide the fact that I’m completely empty until my mana begins to return.

Because Shaitan had used more mana than her body could contain, even the elixirs were insufficient to replenish her reserves.

It was like a credit card—you could overspend, but until the debt was paid, you couldn’t use it again.

Her uniform consisted of a dark academic outfit, simple yet elegant.

She wasn’t someone who drew attention at first glance.

Her gaze was melancholic, hollow—almost vacant.

And yet, there was something about her presence that caught people, held them with a single look.

The kind of figure who went unnoticed… until the moment she decided to move.

Shaitan was a girl loved by the Emperor, and at the same time, hated by her siblings.

She always treated them with respect, yet they never welcomed her in return.

Some time ago, Shaitan had been forced to make a choice.

She had finally made it—and now she had to live with that burden within herself.

Little by little, she grew accustomed to the sensation as it became visceral, allowing her former personality to burn away.

Now, she no longer cared.

Not because of suffering.

Not because of despair.

She simply wanted to be herself.

Shaitan left her room, her gray skirt swaying gently as she walked.

The student garments invented by the First Hero were extraordinarily comfortable.

It was strange.

He had appeared like a comet, saving the world from destruction during the White, Blue, and Black War.

That war dated back more than five hundred years.

A man who claimed to be lost once encountered a merchant.

The merchant brought him to a village. The man carried a strange object in his hands—a rectangle of glass and steel, or so the stories said.

That thing emitted light and sound.

The merchant heard the man say he had no signal.

Naturally, the merchant had no idea what “signal” meant. He assumed it referred to food and quickly offered the man a few apples.

The man, not understanding the gesture, thanked him anyway and introduced himself as Isegye Chulsin.

Chulsin said he came from Korea and asked whether the merchant knew where it was. His phone’s GPS wasn’t working.

The merchant didn’t understand a single word of it, but he was certain there was no place called Korea. He suggested that Chulsin head to the kingdom instead—perhaps the libraries there would have answers.

And so Chulsin went to the kingdom, assuming it was the United Kingdom.

Only upon arriving did he finally realize the truth:

he was in another world.

From that point on, he began to explore, gathering companions—until the outbreak of the War of Three Colors.

Blue represented the sea, and the beast that slept beneath it.

Its body still lay at the ocean floor to this day, spanning nearly the entire expanse beneath the sea, rising several meters upward.

Black represented the demonic side—the Demon King of that era, a repugnant and destructive being.

White, at last, represented the sky, which was covered in clouds for most of the war.

Within those clouds flew beings indescribable by human language, hurling flaming spears that annihilated monsters instantly.

The problem was that humanity stood directly in the middle of that crossfire.

Then Chulsin arrived—and brought the war to an end, fighting both the heavens and what he called hell at the same time.

The sea was the first to retreat, recognizing the disadvantage of surfacing. With its leader still slumbering in the depths, its forces withdrew the moment Chulsin stepped onto the battlefield—after the victory was secured.

Chulsin went on to create an academy to train new heroes, leaving behind several of his inventions there.

Remembering this story, Shaitan let out a scornful smile.

Chulsin may have been powerful, but history exaggerated him relentlessly.

It was impossible for a single group of humans to fight both the heavens and the Demon King’s forces simultaneously.

It was an undeniable fact that both sides were destroyed back then—but Shaitan believed it was due to the unity of all humanity.

She believed she could do the same one day.

Unite all of humanity against a single, common enemy.

One day, she would be remembered as the savior of mankind—a genius greater than Chulsin himself.

Her thoughts turned to a boy—the great-grandson of the second-strongest man who had ever lived.

If Chulsin had been strong enough to lead humanity, and intelligent enough to create wealth and inventions from nothing…

That boy’s ancestor had been something else entirely—

a man who destroyed himself while making his enemies bleed.