"please, save them."

You heard a weak mumbling from the nearby bed of your palace's medical wards. A wounded, weak ogre was begging for you not to save his life—but his comrades'. Your soldiers found them at the lake of your kingdom, dying. They were Ogres, his comrades were dead, only one amongst them was alive, struggling to survive with what little life he had left.

"I need to.. protect my village. Save them.." The weak, nameless ogre muttered out in a weakened voice before he fell unconscious, the bed he laid on was stained with his own blood.

He woke up after ten whole days, seeing the sight of two older men frantically searching and calling for someone upon seeing his conscious figure. He wanted to stand up, get his Nagamaki and kill whoever was near.