– How did those wretched men bring Daryal to his knees? How dare they do such a thing? Where had their fear of the great Flammehav gone! – The king thundered and thundered. Flames danced in his eyes, the veins in his arms swelled with tension, and his handsome face seemed threatened to burst every vessel, so red with anger.

– I don't know why, but he didn't use his magic, at least that's what they say…" the subordinate tried to explain.

– Why was he executed? – Lamar could not sit on his throne and jumped up from it as if it were covered with burning coals. – Tell me now!

– For numerous crimes. Murder, violence and something else minor… King Derek made him a laughing stock, we can't let it go… No one would dare to bow down and then kill a member of the Rossi dynasty… I think we should send an envoy to these savages and declare war on them! – Finally in the voice of the Chancellor appeared confidence and determination.

– Let's do it! – After cooling down a bit, the demon king returned to the throne and, covering his eyes, continued: – My brother's body must be taken to Flammehav. With the head. – The last two words, the supreme demon said as if he had just had his caddy ripped out.

– Alas, that is impossible. They burned it, my Lord," the king's servant shed light on the new details.

– Then let Derek's palace go up in flames and plunge into a Hell… Let it burn like my poor brother's body… Let his entrails burst from the heat in his own chambers! – Lamar threw the bowl at the chancellor, and the latter, tucking his tail, ran out of the throne room.

All of the demon king's instructions were carried out as quickly as possible, and at dawn the envoy set off in the direction of Kaldwind. When the diplomat arrived at the gates of Sturfjell, he was full of determination and anger, and knew that he would soon be able to have a lot of fun with the humans. The demon king had given him the order to kill King Kaldwind, and he had even thought of a way to do it: everything had to be beautiful, spectacular, so that others would not be punished. And he had a special handwriting, which he would gladly show to the whole world.

The gates of the city opened, and the demon was taken to the palace as he had demanded. A few hours of waiting, and he was finally ushered into the throne room. The assassin was jubilant in his soul, mocking the wretched humans and more confident in his abilities than ever. He was not shy in expressions, "poking" the king Derek Merkswerd and completely ignored his personal guards. What can humans do against demons? Nothing, of course. The conversation was coming to an end, and the demon was already seriously annoyed by the king's smile and his self-confidence, so he decided to wipe the grin off his face and execute the sentence. But no such luck: for reasons unknown, the demon's magic ran out, and soon his head was separated from his body by King Derek's sword. The demon's head was packed in a beautiful chest, decorated with jewels and flowers, tied with ribbons and sent to Flammehav, Queen Varma as a gift. To her, for women panic when they receive such surprises, at least they get angry. That way the rumors would spread faster through Røvann, and then spread throughout the fire kingdom. Let the demons know that the humans no longer fear them and are ready to fight back.

The gift was given to the queen through foreign merchants: they often stopped by the palaces of high-ranking ladies, where they were well paid for goods and small services of other nature. Some passed secret letters to relatives and lovers, some asked for something special, and some paid for the satisfaction of their fantasies. For money, merchants were ready to tolerate anything, because sometimes the payment for one small favor could provide their families with everything they needed for a year.