Prologue 1 (2/2)

In the front line, a of weapons, for a number of ure There was a still a young youth in the direction of the ene on a dark bay horse was not a Castorian knight

His young age was immediately noticeable in the middle of battlefield because he wore no helmet

Due to the juilance against arroas not needed But that figure didn't appear to be defenceless Wet blood was on his hilt running up to his sword hand, the ene others as he rode fast across the battlefield He went alone on the field, and there was no one else with such natural grace

Even if an arrow co rasp the youth's motive, but awe and fear assailed hi man's true identity

He had never met him, nor seen him so closely either However, its not likely to be askill at arms Steeped in the blood of ieneral

Adarshan's black demon

At the war front in the western part of the e Adarshan's royal prince, Alexid Iiven him that nae tribe's army

That cowardly trap setup, worrying the feelings of honour and propriety too They've overrun and trae Thus now the ie

If only that man had not been here

His body was stirred up with rage, it was siht Then I ithout conscious awareness Theon horseback As expected the enemy soldiers were at the perimeter as well I must help my allies But it was already too late, for his eyes could already not see He atching only that youth in anger

Ah, it seehts were the sae it seems that they will lay down life's burdens However, its not in vain To the soldier even if he didn't embrace hatred, to be tortured to death is different This hatred, the intent to kill, wholly struck only the opponent now in front of his eyes

The youth saw him From another direction al with his blade he cut at and finished his attacker Immediately he drew his sword towards hiree of opponent Already in front of his eyes the approaching ene For ten minutes that person indicated there went

Will I be concerned about hiht about the hts are different to that savage tribe We esteem honour and propriety

With all ht he brandished his sword, ready to strike The man tried to stab his opponent, but the eneht the blow and directed the way the sword stroke fell A sound like steel breaking was made, as they reciprocally crossed swords

He saw that the youth's face was scowling a little Things like pain and shock were far off, the facial expression showed a little of his feeling, that an unexpected fight had coood chance had coht Twice, three tiain one more time he sallied forth with his sword

His field of vision went red, he tu forth fro of pain In a blink of an eye all sensation went far away He knew that this was his death

Already his hands could practically no longer ht them to his bosom He fumbled under his padded vest, at last he retrieved it

The soft white cloth was dirtied in the azed wide eyed at the middle, where he could pick out a pale pink coloured flower The fairly crooked embroidered floas his master's That day in the imperial capital, when he left for the war and they bade farewell to each other, she gave this personally hand made item to him

He grasped the now dirty cloth tightly That was his last moments in the world