On that day, Envy was there. So was Lust, Magnamor and Wonten. And then, the Prince of The Alliance himself.

“Which one is more terrifying? A God, a Demon Lord or a mortal?” That was a silly question, a funny joke that Flokí the Smiling Demon Lord made to greet his visitors. Even after five thousand years of complete isolation, the Smiling Demon Lord smiled still.

“He who erases Kharigan from the sky.” The Prince greeted the Smiling Demon Lord with his smile.

“Ah ha, so you are telling me guessing which one of these fellows would be the one to conquer Kharigan while you trap us here.” Flokí clapped his hand, smiling. Five thousand years of complete darkness and isolation has not stolen the radiance from his smile, only made it brighter.

“Clean your ears more regularly, Demon Lord. No, I don’t have any intention of conquering Kharigan. Why would I want that? I meant what I said. I want Kharigan to disappear from the sky for good. I want it destroyed completely. Why? Because I can and I will.” The Prince cackled.

All of a sudden, that smile on Flokí’s lips became stale. “No, you cannot.”

“Hello. Don’t you give me that look! Did you Demon Lords ask yourself a question like, Should we really chop this guy, this goddamn guy who should stay uninvolved to our game, and divide him to pieces and use him as our good luck charm to win the Throne? YOU MOTHERFUCKERS DID NOT. Why the fuck should I ask myself a question like, Should I destroy Kharigan? Hello, do you MOTHERFUCKERS know what the word “Double-standard” mean? All of you were willing to chop and divide me and my other half into equal pieces over your selfish squabbles. You did not even bother to come before me and negotiate. You did not come before me and say something like, Hello, we want to make you our Champion but we are encountering some troubles. Why should I listen to your opinion on whether or not I should destroy Kharigan? This my friend, Flokí, is the very foundation of the Cult of Fearless, the complete equality of injustice. You don’t care if you destroy my life. I too, shall not give a fuck about yours when I destroy it completely. We are both destroyed in the end. In that sense, we shall be equal.”

The Prince’s smile was completely unapologetic, brutal, and remorseless.

“So here is the real reason why I am here. This is your lesson, you don’t fuck with Fearless. That’s the first lesson. The second lesson, whenever you pick a fight with Fearless, he will buy your fight, and then he will make you buy it back with a complete rip-off price. The third lesson, none of my lesson are free. I’m taking the Kharigan as your tutorial lesson fee. Why? Because if the price of the lessons is not expensive, you motherfuckers will not learn your lesson. As a great man once said, Those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it. But since there was no precedence of anyone punishing you MOTHERFUCKERS for your crimes and injustice, I had to be the one. I have to set the precedence. I have to make history. This is a history lesson, Demon Lord. And history lessons are often paid in blood. Lucky for you, I only take Kharigan this time. Applaud, please. If none of you learned this lesson after this, all of you will have to pay a similarly heavy price, again, again, again and again, until all of you have finally learned your lesson.”

The Prince was still smiling but the Smiling Demon Lord has stopped.

“So why am I telling this to you first? You are the first person to suggest that stupid idea of chopping me into pieces. That’s why you have earned the right to listen to the reason why you become a fucking hobo ahead of your kin. Back then, you told your kinsmen to chop me down into pieces with a smile on your face. So smile now, Demon Lord. Smile, that’s your favorite phrase, isn’t it? Show me your smile. Smile Demon Lord. Smile for the destruction of Kharigan. Smile because your playful suggestion, your joke has put an end to your kin. Smile because you have summoned an Ender, the best Ender in the history of the game with a harmless playful joke. You doomed your entire race with a joke and a smile on your lips. Smile, Demon Lord, smile.”

On that day, Envy learned that Flokí was not the one with the most beautiful smile in the universe.

On that day, Lust became sure of her decision.

On that day, Wonten became sure of the greatest injustice in the world.

On that day, Flokí smiled the ugliest smile of his entire life. He was the jokester who selfdestructed by his own joke.

On that day, the Prince of The Alliance passed down his sentence on Kharigan with a smile as bright as the sun.

On the same day, Magnamor understood what he could not understand at the time.

When the five members of the Six Royal Luxury declared, “But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile,” that was no praise. That was a declaration and a kindest of a warning.

Nightmare, the God of God Among Men could conquer the world with the Garuda of the Sacred Mountain at his command, “But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile.” S0rr0w, the Demon Lord of Lavatein could split Escana apart with the terrors he commanded, “But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile.” Superior, the Jack of Ancient Gods could use any average warlord to crush Escana, “But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile.”

“But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile.” The prince’s smile was his trademark weapon. “Watch out for his smile!” They were warning whoever listen to that video the whole time.

“But, the Prince of The Alliance only needs to smile.”