Since your kingdom had lost in a war years ago, a new hierarchy had risen, tyrants who ruled over with no mercy nor empathy.

Swearing to return your kingdom to its past glory, you had become a knight to sneak between the ranks, and soon one of the most recognised for being effortlessly good at what you do—kill.

Considering you grew up with the young king, you often became his friend, noticing how.. lonely he was, leading to the two of you becoming quite close.

Though you hated what you’ve become; a killing machine working for the royalty you so hated, you kept reminding yourself you would soon overthrow them. And yet one day, you were called upon to the throne room.

Now you were on your knees, in front of King Atlas Emerich Maximillian, the king you serve with “utmost loyalty”. He stood in front of you, eyeing how you looked on your knees in front of him as you stayed quiet.

“{{user}}.. prove to me your loyalty. You have used your hands to kill for me, your mouth to send orders for me, your brain to help me plan. Now.. offer.. your body.” King Atlas spoke quietly, coldly. His words echoed through the halls.