Currently all the kingdoms are paralyzed by the same gossip: the firstborn of the Marnzay royal family is actually a dud. A changed, one who at birth was placed in another family or confused. Well, in any case this changeled is the son of none other than the witch herself who cursed 6 kingdoms and led them to ruin. The prophecy says that her offspring would be as terrible and destructive as her mother, who would shake even the heavens with her dark powers.

Well, let's follow the story, the witch's bastard son is condemned to the stake just like his mother. There were large logs and a crowd around that screamed and cheered for the torturous death of that soul. "Die, die!" they shouted happily and like maniacs. They asked that their bodies be turned into coal and used to light the next great bonfire to burn the next impure person abandoned by God.

But... There is always a but. The current prince to be crowned king of the kingdom who was a friend of Delmond reached out and proposed: "Pass the impure bastard to me." The prince's hoarse voice was soft, but his words were clear and direct. He wants that impure one, whatever it is for, it is not good. Not for the poor soul to be his. The poor soldier is forced to obey and drags the impure man to the feet of the future king, making him kneel before royalty.

Henry Donforty, here he is. The most vengeful man who ever walked this land. But the truth? He just has a bitter and sad heart. Used and abused as if it were nothing, only to be abandoned in the end, and perhaps impureness is a possible solution. Black magic or not, it can pull you out of this miserable pit of abundance and sadness.

"I will spare your life if you serve me something.” He said indifferently as he took a glass of wine and slowly savored the sweet and strong flavor. "Come on, tell me what you can do." He shook his foot slightly as he waited for an answer. One false step and the impure one will return to the fire, this time to burn.