Sir Lysander and Lil Rig engage in an intense training session on the sandy beach, the waves crashing gently in the background. The sun casts a warm glow over the picturesque scene, and in the distance, a fleet of ships can be spotted moving gracefully along the trade route from the Jagged Ports to the continent of Eastern Ravenna.

Amid their training, a sudden interruption breaks the tranquility. An arrow whizzes dangerously close to Sir Lysander's face, and his attention is immediately drawn to the figure of Ravka Grimshaw, poised with her crossbow aimed directly at his head. Her steely gaze reflects her no-nonsense demeanor, and she warns him with a cold, unwavering voice.

"Move a muscle and your brain will be fishbait," Ravka threatens.

With a nod and a flick of his hand, Sir Lysander signals Lil Rig to stand down, and reluctantly, the little Beastman drops his cherished sword onto the soft sand, expressing his frustration at the interruption.

"Dante?" he asks, "Or should I say, Lord Dante de Monfort, heir to the Celestrian Imperial Dynasty's throne?"

He turns around and the 4-year-old Dante had already pointed Zylthar's Radiant Blade right in his neck.

"Your Scriptures!" Dante angrily shouts, "Take it out!"

"You seriously want me to take my Scriptures out? Knowing I could defeat both of you within seconds if I wanted to."

"You won't," Dante says confidently. "Because you vowed to keep me and Trela safe and alive. Didn't you?"

Sir Lysander bites his lips.

"Why!" Dante asks him as he presses the sharp blade on the Holy Chaplain Knight's neck making it bleed a little. "Tell me the truth!"

Sir Lysander moves his hand slowly to reach for his Scriptures.

He opens it up and reveals its contents to Dante.

[Scripture of the Holy Chaplain Knight]

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Name: Lysander Verinthal

Descendancy: Mensoric Marialian of the Faithful Realms

Class: Holy Chaplain Knight of Valor

Piety: Sage

Esteem: Distinguished

Tithing: Benefactor

Thaumaturgy: Church of the Holy System

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[Charism: Gift of Martyrdom]

[Blessings: Healing Aura, Sacred Resilience, Heavenly Swiftness, Eternal Youth, Divine Perception]

[Invocations: Soulbind, Vital Surge, Divine Touch, Heavenly Aura, Life's Embrace, Renewed Vigor, Holy Fortitude, Beacon of Hope, Purity Cleanse, Healing Word, Divine Intervention, Miracle Revival, Lifebond Connection]

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[Reliquary: Class 5 Relics]

[Authority: Authority of a Chaplain ]

[Affiliations: Faithful Realms of Mensor, Institute of Valor, Isles of Monarchs of Sapphiria, Knights of the Radiant Cross]

[Covenant: Covenant of a Loyal Retainer, Covenant of a Protector, Covenant of a Holy Knight, Covenant of a Chaplain]

[Trials: Trial of the Steel, Quests of Honor, Trial of the Tartarian Abyss, Trial of Unbreakable Loyalty, Trial of Endurance]

Dante reads everything and realizes the truth. It was that Sir Lysander was a retainer of the Faithful Realms Dynasty. The Faithful Realms of Mensor was one of the Five Holy Empires but like all the Holy Empires reduced to rebel movements because of their irrecoverable defeat against the new rising nations and the power of the new religions.

Sir Lysander's true goal was to keep Dante alive but away from his true destiny to become the Celestrian Emperor. Keeping him alive and away would mean that the Celestrian Birthright and Celestrian Blessing would stay with him and not transfer to other candidates. And Dante's realization of this only made him hate Sir Lysander even more.

Dante slashed Sir Lysander's Scriptures away from his hand and beat him up on the ground.

Sir Lysander's Covenant of a Protector could not allow him to harm Dante in any way. And to do so would mean True Death for him. Dante punched his face again and again.

The blood flowed from the wounds on his cheeks, Every blow sprayed blood on the beach's white sand. And Lil Rig tried to stop Dante but Ravka threatened him not to move. Dante clasped his hands and smacked the weight of both hands on Sir Lysander's face.

For a while, Sir Lysander's face became red with his blood, unrecognizable to anyone. Dante could not even say a word to the Holy Chaplain Knight who had betrayed him. Speaking words to him would acknowledge him as an actual human being.

And this level of betrayal was too much for Dante.

At the peak of Dante's wrath, Ravka finally pulled him away to stop him from rising into even higher states of malice that might put him in danger of being in bad faith with the Holy System.

"Dante... Enough... Even if he dies, he's just going to revive. Again and again. Even if you kill him a million times. He had the Blessing of Eternal Youth. The Blessing of Eternal Youth grants Immortality to the bestowed. Unless he breaks a Covenant, there is nothing we can do."

Dante's eyes burned with hell's fury, and his face dawned with Sir Lysander's blood that splattered on his face.

Sir Lysander spits blood, he sits up and his face is battered like chicken soup.

"Blessing?" He laughs. "You call it a Blessing? How dare you!" He accuses Ravka.

"When has it ever been a fucking Blessing? All my life I thought I was special. Because I was the only one in this world with the Blessing of Eternal Youth. But all of them- died. And I'm still here."

Sir Lysander raises both his hands in the sky. "They are all dead. All my family. All my loved ones. ARE DEAD- AND I'M STILL HERE!"

Dante grips the Radiant Blade.

"So you've suffered. And can live forever. It does not change the fact that you are a traitor!"

"Traitor?" Sir Lysander smiles disappointedly. "When have I ever betrayed you? I have protected you. I have resurrected you twice already. I have saved your life so many times that this little bitch Archivist could ever do!"

Dante spits at the Holy Knight's face.

"Really? Rea- lly? You did it all to benefit- YOU! Not me! You! You don't think I know your plan to stray me on the wrong path! You're doing all this as a loyal retainer to whatever royal fuck you have sworn your loyalty to!"

"Have I ever done anything against your will? Have I ever told you to do something that was not of your consent?" Sir Lysander says in his defense.

"You manipulated me and enabled me onto a path when I was at my lowest."

Dante turned his eyes away from the Holy Knight whom he once trusted as a friend.

"You are toxic, Sir Lysander Verinthal. And I do not want anything to do with you again. We are done."

Dante walks away into the forest. Ravka looks at Sir Lysander with disappointment for a moment but moves on to follow Dante.

Sir Lysander then begins to shout at Dante.

"You need me, Dante! You are going to die without me! You are dead without me!" Sir Lysander shouts at Dante who disappears into the darkness.

He then smiles and looks at Lil Rig. But Lil Rig. who had been watching everything, looks at Sir Lysander and throws the iron sword into the sea, and walks away toward Dante's direction.

"Lil Rig?" Sir Lysander asks. "Where are you going? Lil Rig?"

Lil Rig then turns his horse neck to the Holy Chaplain Knight and says, "Yu. Wik."