‘It must be a demon sent by God to wreak havoc on this world.’ “I’d rather sell my soul to the devil than be with that madman.” “Ezel?” Hearing the friendly voice, Ezel escaped from her past memory. “Your face seems to look pale. Are you all right?” His golden eyes were filled with worry for Ezel. Ezel waved the hand holding her sculpting tool saying it was nothing. The Grand Duke of Kanox smiled softly. “I’m glad.” Ezel couldn’t understand why so many notorieties followed this man. To a person who is such a kind and considerate person is a madman…