Chapter 0 – Prelude
The North is a fantasy.
The only thing left in the frozen, cracked barren land is the chill of the frost that seeps into the bones. The cold is reality, not entertainment. Only those who have the warmth to block it can enjoy the cold, frigid existence as entertainment.
That alone was enough reason to raise the sword. The willingness to bear the guilt of killing every night also came from such injustice, and the knight of the Northern Margrave of Gaul increased and raised his reputation day by day.
But since when?
The knight’s life was gradually ruined. Ever since he faced himself holding on to his beliefs worn out by the years, the man’s life has become nothing more than a simple bondage and bridle. Until the end of the fight against the large army of Empire Rus, who was at a close distance, and was liberated.
So Romuald Dior looked back.
Watching the blood-stained red color of the canyon regain its pure whiteness from the violently fluttering snow, with a bit of remorse.
After passing through a harsh family and an indifferent wife, without being obsessed with duty as a human being, duty as a vassal, or honor as a knight.
Just like that, recalling the end of that time when I recalled the desire that I wanted to have everything in the world with you at least once.
Madame Lemoyn, I will pursue you fervently in this lifetime.
