The heroes from another world, summoned by the Astra Holy Church, were valiant and brave, willing to give their aid to the helpless and fight for freedom against demons and evil.  This was what Sirus, a commoner born without magic, believed.   This was what he believed as he watched the summoning festival.  As he kneeled before his home, ashes and blood staining his hands.  As he left to seek out the help of those heroes which he held in admiration. But as his consciousness faded away under the hands of the same heroes he believed in, was his dream at all a reality?  In this world of summoned heroes…what was the truth?