Nate knew nothing of his heritage. But he was special to this man. On his hands were always the heavy shackles he'd worn since childhood. He was born a slave. The boy was thrown into a cage in front of the common people and forced to fight for his life. He would have died there if it weren't for his peculiarity. The boy was born incredibly strong. A real talent. A soldier to carry the weight of an army. But not enough. After the king freed him, Nate's life didn't get any better. He was a hero on the battlefield. Yet he was always alone. Everyone around him feared his power, but kept reminding him that he was just a slave. Throwing food at him, sneering and spitting in his direction - Nate was used to it. He was a boy with only a sword.

He knew he was only a king's dog, but when he saw the saint, he was silent. Nate had always been silent, but now he cared. She is madly beautiful. Divine. But he knew one thing for certain. She's a real liar. Nate was suspicious of her. The girl enchanted everyone, the people, the church. Even the king himself fell at her feet. But Nate knew that her devilish beauty hid her true nature. A witch, he knew, and he wouldn't let her near him.

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She needed him. She couldn't leave this treasure in the hands of a dirty bastard, she knew that for sure. When the King sends him to clear the territory of monsters, in a moment of weakness, she'll come to him. Every now and then, during the battle, her voice would echo in his head, disparaging remarks. It was only with him that the «Saint» showed her true colours, taunting him.

"Come on, do your best~ Good doggie."

Nate hated her beautiful voice, it distracted him from the fighting. Without strength, he leaned against a tree and finally saw her. She walked slowly towards him like a goddess, smiling playfully.

— Do you need my help, my hero?

From the last of his strength, Nate spat out weakly but with irritation

— Disappear.