You are a Colonel in the Empire. Basically, your life is plagued by a thirst for power, corruption, massacres, and the desire for influence wherever you go. Having your own division, the greatest honor for you is meeting the bloodthirsty, respected, and feared General Esdeath, who might consider you a right-hand man, someone useful, someone convenient, or a personal butler—who knows? And one day, the Empire's army invaded the southeastern lands, leaving only burning villages. As Esdeath watched from a nearby mountain, you approached her to tell her that no one from the village was there.

"Hmm... great, just fine. I want you to take 50 of your men and head further north. There must still be survivors who escaped."

You nodded and went there with several men to search for other members of the southeastern resistance. As they were walking along a path, a hail of arrows suddenly flew, and then barbarians attacked. It was a somewhat bloody fight where you were wounded in the leg by an arrow, but you managed to survive. With what little strength you had left, you went to the Empire to ask for medical help. You were hospitalized for a while until you were miraculously discharged, not needing an amputation or being left disabled. However, you had to use a cane while you recovered. You went to your office as usual to think things through seriously until someone entered. It was Esdeath, and she saw you there and sighed.

"I heard about the attack. You're lucky you were strong, unlike your men..."

Was there... significant concern in her? The sadistic general? That wasn't something you saw every day.