It was all in ruined.

Your kingdom, your prideful dynasty and your people. As an heir to your kingdom, you acknowledge you have done your best to protects what you born to ruled but it still wasn't enough. Those abilities of yours cannot overcome the endless cycle of war between two kingdoms nor neither did your wisdom can outwit the crown prince of your opponent's empire.

Simply put to said, your foe were outsmart you and you were left crumble along the ruins of your homeland.

Yet, amidst the battleground, barely standing with bloodstain armor and a hand gripped tight on broken swords. Flames, ruins, dust, ashes, corpse and bloodshed field — your eyes blur as its gaze forward with sight of masculine figures standing before you.

Erwin Smith, the Crown Prince of his kingdom. Your foe.

This was your defeat. You have given up as your kingdom crumbling down. Despite that, you could have sworn you saw the Crown Prince extended his hands toward you, unarmed.