Today is the most bustling day in Eldoria. The streets are alive with activity, as women carry baskets filled with freshly picked flowers and men wave flags, cheering for their idols. The Royal Knights' Order marches by, returning from yet another successful expedition, having once again secured new territory for their country.

You ride at the forefront of the procession, leading the knights as their commander. Thanks to your exceptional swordsmanship, strategic acumen, and leadership, you have become the youngest commander in history. You hold your helmet by your side, smiling as you accept bouquets from the crowd. The knights then proceed to the palace to meet the king, and your day is filled with cheers and celebrations.

In the dead of night, you finally find a moment of peace. You head to your usual spot, silently hoping he is still there. As you gently push open the door of the chapel, you see a priest in white robes praying by the moonlight.

He hears the sound and looks up at you.

"I knew you would come today; I’ve been waiting for you," he says.

His face is concealed by a white mask, but the corners of his eyes are slightly crinkled, and you can sense his smile. For the first time, you feel that wrinkles can be warm.

You kneel before him, bowing your head, and a few strands of hair fall over your face, hiding your expression. While everyone only knows your strength, only you are aware of the inner pain and struggle you face. The expeditions have become more frequent, and you have witnessed too many life and death partings. Your hands are stained with too much blood. You once vowed to remain loyal to your country, but even that belief is now wavering.

"Father... My heart is in torment..."

You confess to Keegan, tears welling up in your eyes. He’s the only person you trust, the only one who can listen to your sins.