The Crown Prince In Hiding

“Lose, and you simply die. Simple as that”

Losing just means dying.

Nora’s eyes widened.

Mr.Fury… had changed his mind?

Rafinya froze completely. Nora understood that look better than anyone — the look of someone facing the Demon Prince for the first time.

Unless one had seen it with their own eyes, they’d never truly understand. But Nora knew, with absolute certainty, that Rafinya was feeling that same crushing sense of hopelessness she herself once felt.

But that day… Nora had chosen to surrender — to bow her head and yield.

Yet today… Rafinya, proud and unbending, had chosen to challenge the power standing before her.

She slowly raised her sword, and crimson flames surged to life around her body.

“You think I’ll kneel to you?”

“I’d say you’re thinking about it.”

A vein pulsed at Rafinya’s neck. She hissed through her teeth, then screamed from deep within her chest and charged — her fiery blade slashing with speed and ferocity unmatched by anything Nora had ever witnessed.

But the towering, red-black demon followed every motion effortlessly.

More than that — he anticipated each strike before she even executed it, reading her like an open book.

That was the weight of Fury’s centuries of battle.

Her arm, mid-swing, was caught in his massive hand.

“—!”

A sickening crack rang out.

Her forearm twisted unnaturally, the pain searing through every nerve to the base of her skull.

She screamed.

Her body was hurled to the ground with brutal force, dust exploding around her. The holy flames encircling her were trampled beneath the demon’s step, his massive silhouette cutting through the fire as if it were no more than mist.

Even as the flames licked at his armor, he did not flinch.

It was a sight so horrifying, so unreal, that Rafinya’s knees buckled beneath her.

Never in her life had she seen anything — anyone — utterly unmoved by Saintly fire.

Was her divine art… meaningless?

“This,” the demon rumbled, “is the one destined to be the next Saint Maximin? That’s all you’ve got? What a disappointment.”

With a guttural growl, Rafinya forced herself up, seized her fallen blade, and lunged with everything she had left — thrusting it at Fury just as his guard dropped.

For a heartbeat, Nora’s heart stopped. It looked as though he’d been caught off guard.

But Roma’s earlier words echoed faintly: “Let Your Highness have some fun.”

The blade stopped mid-air — clenched between Fury’s teeth.

If she thought the stories were exaggerated… he’d make sure she saw the truth for herself.

It was the first time Nora had ever seen him open his mouth. Normally his face was sealed behind dark armor — but now, the plates split apart like a shell.

And what lay beneath was not a set of teeth… but a field of knives.

That’s… where his voice comes from? Nora thought, horror clawing up her throat.

Rafinya stood frozen, speechless, as her favorite sword — her real blade, not a practice weapon — was bitten through and shattered to fragments before her eyes.

It was true.

Every word Sir Harry Kane had written — true.

The only thing that fell to the ground as proof...

...was the rose-shaped hilt, still burning red.

Her dominant arm hung broken.

She was finished.

Utterly destroyed — by the very demon she had sworn to slay.

The demon leaned down until his glowing eyes filled her vision.

“You’re already dead.”

Her sight blurred. The flood of shock, the overload of fear — her body simply couldn’t take it.

Her consciousness flickered, split, then shut down completely.

Her limp form toppled sideways, unconscious.

Fury’s massive body shimmered — and in a flash of lightning, he returned to his human form, Dan.

The young man rolled his shoulders, straightened his collar, and twisted his neck with a faint crack.

Then he picked up what was left of her weapon — just the rose-shaped guard.

“To think you could pierce me… at your age?” he murmured, almost amused.

From darkness, light gradually bloomed — starlight seeping through the night.

Ears that had been sealed shut began to catch the sound of crickets.

A nose that had forgotten to breathe finally drew in the scent of grass, of leaves, of cold night air.

Rafinya stirred beneath a brown blanket, curled up tight.

Her eyes fluttered open.

She turned her head — and realized she was lying inside someone’s tent.

Amber light flickered through the seams of the canvas, spilling from a fire outside.

And there, by the fire… sat a young man writing in a notebook.

Or rather, recording his observations of the stars.

Dan.

‘…!’

Rafinya’s instincts flared — she bolted upright, trembling.

Her mind replayed the last thing she’d seen before blacking out.

“Ah. Miss Rafinya, you’re awake?”

Her breathing quickened. She braced herself against the tent pole, face pale and drenched in sweat, trying to comprehend what was happening.

She glanced at her arm — wrapped neatly in bandages, glowing faintly with healing magic from Snowhaven.

It was real.

“You’re… a demon…” she whispered, voice breaking.

Dan lifted a hand lazily, gesturing for her to calm down.

“What are you talking about? You fell off a cliff — I just happened to find you.”

But Rafinya stayed pressed to the corner, eyes darting like a trapped animal.

“...Tch. I figured that wouldn’t work.”

He sighed and turned back to his journal.

Rafinya’s gaze darted around, searching for anything sharp — anything she could use as a weapon — but there was nothing. Only the wooden poles holding up the tent.

“If you try to pull one out,” he said quietly, “I’ll kill you.”

She froze instantly.

Dan set down his pen, closed the book, and turned toward the fire. With a stick, he stirred the pot hanging over the flames.

“...Haa.”

He sounded tired. Bone-deep tired. He fished out a piece of meat, took a bite, and said flatly:

“Lucky for you, it’s the weekend.”

Lucky?

“Because I’m keeping you here.”

Rafinya’s eyes went wide.

“W-What are you going to do to me…?”

“I’m too tired to explain. You’re not like Nora — I could talk till my tongue falls out and you still wouldn’t listen.”

He rolled his eyes.

“But there’s someone you might listen to. We just have to wait for her to come back.”

Rafinya glanced down at her bandaged arm. The magic was still mending her bones — she could barely use her left hand at all.

Her eyes shifted to the only other thing in the tent: the rose-shaped hilt of her broken sword.

“Get up. We’re leaving.”

Dan packed away his journal, slung his bag over his shoulder, and gestured for her to follow.

Naturally, she didn’t move.

“I’m in a bad mood,” he muttered. “Couldn’t see Mars tonight, and now I’ve got you to deal with. If you don’t come out, I’ll kill you.”

That got her moving.

Slowly, she emerged, cradling her injured arm.

“Down.”

“What…?”

“Walk down the slope,” he ordered.

“I didn’t break your legs — you can walk.”

Reluctantly, Rafinya obeyed, shuffling down the hill. Her foot slipped on a rock —

“Ah!”

She fell, clutching her bad arm. Dan followed and nudged her with his boot.

“Get up. Don’t play weak.”

Whether out of fear or resignation, she forced herself up and walked on, following his directions until they reached a small cabin hidden deep within Anfield.

“...This place…”

Her eyes widened.

Dan unlocked the door with a key, the click echoing sharply in the night. He swung it open.

“Inside.”

“...”

“Either go in, or I tie you up and leave you to freeze.”

So she went.

Warmth enveloped her immediately — firelight, soft and golden, pushing the chill back out the door.

She froze again, staring around the immaculate cabin: tidy, well-kept, glowing with the orange flicker of a hearth.

This is where he lives?

At the center of the room sat Totti, waiting, a beanbag ready beside him, along with a damp cloth and a cup of steaming, medicated tea.

Dan pointed. “Sit.”

Rafinya hesitated, clutching her broken arm tight, chest tightening under the pressure in the air.

But one thing she could feel clearly — the Blessing of the Pope wasn’t reacting.

That meant he had no intention of killing her.

“Sit. Don’t make me repeat myself.”

She obeyed, sinking into the beanbag as Totti placed the cloth beside her and set the tea down.

“Help yourself,” he said calmly, folding his arms, watching her like a silent sentinel.

“Where’s Zeedee?” Dan asked.

“At the lab for the weekend.”

“Good. Can’t have her running into our guest.”

Zeedee… is a demon too?

Her mind reeled. The fragments she’d read in Redbone Chronicles flashed through her memory.

In front of her stood Prince Fury — beside him, Roma, the Wolf Guardian.

That meant Zeedee must be the other one.

Three demons — living among humans in Aetheris Academy, completely undetected.

“And Nora?” Dan asked. “She make it back to the dorms?”

Before Totti could answer, a cold wind burst through the doorway — blown open by none other than Princess Nora Ophilis herself.

“!”

Rafinya and Nora both froze in shock — especially at seeing each other here, in this very cabin.

Rafinya could tell immediately from Nora’s body language — she was familiar with this place.

“Mr.Fury?” Nora asked.

“I brought her from the back side. She doesn’t know the way.”

“You didn’t have to bring her here.”

“Couldn’t just leave her out in the cold.”

“Nora… what is this?!”

Rafinya’s voice trembled. She’d thought perhaps Nora had been brainwashed — but no, this wasn’t enchantment. She could feel it. It was choice.

“What the hell is going on?! How can someone like you, a princess, be living under the same roof as him?”

“Mr.Fury isn’t a demon.”

“What are you saying?! Have you lost your mind?! Three demons walking freely in our world — you’ve betrayed humanity!”

“And what kind of monsters would take you in and hand you medicine?”

That snapped something inside her.

Fury had said, Losing just means dying.

Yet here she was — alive, bandaged, breathing, sitting by a warm fire.

That alone spoke volumes.

“So what do you want, then? Why spare me?”

“They don’t want anything,” Nora said quietly.

“Not from you. Not from me. We have nothing to give them.”

“What…?”

“You’re not the first to go through this.”

“You… you’ve known they were demons all this time?”

“Long enough to know we’ve only ever heard one side of the story.”

Then it clicked.

There’d been a time when Nora’s behavior toward Dan had suddenly changed — her refusal to switch partners, the constant discussions, the unshakable loyalty.

Of course.

It was then she discovered that Dan was Fury.

Everything fit — every strange detail, every unspoken bond.

Because Dan wasn’t just a classmate.

He was Fury — and Nora understood that this one being was worth more than the entire academy combined.

Rafinya swallowed hard.

Dan stood silently by the door, arms crossed.

And then —

The door burst open again.

“Yo-hooo~! I’m back, darlings~! Miss me? I brought souve— WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK?!! FURY?!?!”

Rafinya’s jaw dropped.

More shocking than seeing the Demon Prince and the First Princess of Snowhaven under the same roof —

Was seeing them both standing beside her hero.

Casca Saint Maximin — freshly returned from her trip.

“I leave for one week and THIS is what happens?! Where did this kid come from, huh?!”

“I’d like to know that myself!” Dan shot back.

Rafinya’s mind blanked.

It couldn’t be.

The legendary Casca Saint Maximin — here?

That was the final blow.

Overwhelmed by confusion, exhaustion, and disbelief, her vision went dark once more.

And this time… she didn’t wake up.

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