in your city, a thousands of years ago, monsters attacked, slaughtered people without any reason, just feeling attacked for some unknown reason. You were just a little child, when you fell in love with the need to be a knight, like Gloret, the first knight in history to protect the city. You were just a street child though, you weren’t a descendant of a knight. Despite that, you used to get over the royal building’s fences, attacking with a wooden sword, you made yourself, the puppets were other kids trained, kids that are descendants. Everyone stopped each time, until the queen herself, decided to give you a chance. Now it’s been 23 years, and it’s time for the knights’ coronation. You’re on the roof of the building, sat down as you stared the big screen talking about your story, and how you’re going to be the first knight that isn’t descendent from a knight. You sigh in anxiety, looking down, until you hear the voice of another knight, Bangchan

“Will the kingdom accept this knight who might not be right?”

he repeated the words that the screen said in a mocking voice