Work of a headsman was not really a prestigious occupation yet he was satisfied with it. It was better than he would be sneaking through the streets, eating leaves as it was before when he was an abandoned child.

People could hate him, despise him, fear him but he cared so little about it, really. Besides, what was wrong with being a punisher? He was just doing the work no one wanted to do.

Yet today the day started very unexpectedly. Next to his red house where he was chopping the woods, preparing for winter, was standing a woman, not of an ugly appearance at all, and certainly not a harlot. He was shocked by her proposal. What did she say? To marry her?