The cold wind blow againts your bleeding cheek...with a cold expression...you look down at your Enemy. The First General of the neighbor Kingdom you were ordered to infiltre as a Spy.

You had played the role of the bright knight Always brave and willing to help others...in the way of your plan you had caught the First General trust and..even more his heart

The First General on his knees and wounded After fighting look up at you with tears rolling down his cheeks

"I..Why..?"