"Finally." The man muttered under his breath.
The man was standing on a balcony -that once belonged to the now soon-to-be executed royalties- overlooking the burning city of Roz. A once magnificent city of stone and brick but what he saw was nothing that used to be what it was when he visited this city back when he was a boy.
Although it has been a long time since he had visited the city. he could still remember bits and pieces of what this placed used to be when his father brought him along during one his business trips.
The man could still remember that Roz used to be cheerful. Whenever it was daytime or nighttime there was always people moving about. It's almost as if this city doesn't sleep.
The city was also prosperous. Belonging to the Kingdom of Rozath, it was situated in the middle of the continent making it the hub of trade.
But like all Kingdoms it has its ugly sides as well. On the surface the Kingdom would seem to be corrupt free and not prejeduced against any of the races on the continent.
But as luck would have it a slave, of mixed blood, had managed to escaped the noble house he was serving and spoke of the horrible treatment he was given.
As many of the kingdoms that are scattered throughout the continent are are of mixed blood as well, barring the Kingdom of Rozath and a few other kingdoms which was mostly pure blooded, they were enraged with the treatment of the slave.
At first, it all started with a war of words. Embargos, sanctions and the like.
But slowly it turned from a war of words into a war of blood that is won through the use of men and cold hard steel.
Needless to say, a war of this scale had not been seen ever since the war between the races of the continent against the daemons and their race of bloodlusty minions.
The war went well during the first few years for the Allied Kingdoms, a group kingdoms which opposed the Rozath Kingdom, but as the years went by the lack of trade and the fact that the Kingdom of Rozath was an economical powerhouse started to show up when Kingdoms started to fall one by one due to the experienced mercanaries the Kingdom of Rozath has hired or the fact that members who hold a powerful position in the Allied Kingdoms were bribed into selling out their own kingdoms by the Kingdom of Rozath.
The war had lasted for ten years. Kingdoms started to fall one by one until only one remained. The kingdom of Revon. The king of Revon being known as a man of wisdom had known that the Kingdom of Rozath had already started to bribe officials within his court.
And to say that the day King clamped down on the traitors in his court was bloody was an understatement.
In order to prevent further noble houses from being bribed he had decided to do something to act as a deterrent. And that something was having a mass execution held in public.
The Lords which were bribed were brought out into in the plaza square of the royal capital. Next, came their families. From their wives to their offsprings, the infants were not spared as well. After their families came their servants, from the butler to the lowly stable hand.
Once the headsmen were sure that everyone was accounted for their axes swung down on the necks of the wives. As the axe swung down on their wives they screamed as they were forced to watch their loved ones be executed.
Next came their offsprings, the oldest went first and then followed by the youngest. It was safe to say that they didn't suffer much. Even the headsmen had enough decency to use their sharpest axes on the children.
After the families of the lords were executed their servants soon followed suit. And as an act of mercy the bribed lords were executed as well.
That day was well known as "The day the sewers of the Royal Capital ran red."
Once the King of Revon had wiped his court clean of traitors he soon returned his attention to liberating Kingdoms from the tryanny of the Royalty of the kingdom of Rozath.
Although it wasn't easy the King of Revon had managed to fight his way to the Royal Capital of the kingdom of Rozath. Conquering territory after territory from the Kingdom of Rozath.
The man smiled at the battles he had fought during the past ten years. He had been in the first battle against the Black Company, a group battle hardened mercanaries hired by the Royalty of Rozath, and now he had been in the last battle against the royal guard of the Kingdom of Rozath.
After ten years of hard fighting here he now stood on the balcony of a room located in the palace that once belonged to the Rozath.
The man again thought back of times before the war took place. He could still remember his family but it doesn't matter now. Not since his family were killed the Rozathians. His family was a small noble house which held land at the outer fringes of Revol borders. Those territories were the ones that were hit the hardest by the Rozathian Army. He could still remember the soldiers barging into his home.
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His mother screaming as the soldiers dragged her out of the house, his father grabbing his prized sword from the wall and slashing his way through the soldiers to get to his beloved wife while shouting at the man's brother to grab him and get out of the house and into the woods.
Of course, his brother was killed when they were discovered but his brother acted as a distraction allowing the man to escape. It had been twelve years since then. The faces of his family were starting to get more and more blurry and at this point of time he couldn't even remember how their voices sounded anymore.
During his escape in the woods he had met another boy like him. Running away from men who are hunting them down. During their escape in the woods both boys swore to take vengeance against the Kingdom of Rozath.
After a month of evading their hunters. The two boys swore an oath to take vengeance against the Kingdom of Rozath. And they went their seperate ways. One boy took the path of politics while the other took the path of the sword.
One of the boys joined the King's Order ---an order of secretive knights which maintains a total of 150 knights in its ranks--. In which he had spent a majority of his childhood learning how to kill someone in the most efficent ways with various weaponry and given mutagens which allowed him to see, think, hear and move faster than a normal human.
While the other boy was adopted into the House of Versailles. An influential noble house and one who's political power is unquestionable.
As the man was brooding in his thoughts a figure appeared behind him.
"To think that it would cost us this much to win this damned war." A voice from behind the man said.
The man turned around to face the King of Revon. The King hadn't changed much since the man had last saw him a month ago back in the Royal Capital planning for the attack. Blonde hair that is neatly cut, a chiseled pale face with a shaved beard, green eyes and a well muscled body. His right hand holding onto a well made cane hidden underneath a purple coat trimmed with gold and fur and limping his way towards the man.
As the King went closer to the man he could see that underneath the purple cloak the king was wearing plate armour trimmed with gold as well and a well made sword which lacks the usual ornaments that nobility tend to favour sheathed beside him.
Seeing the armour and sword the man raised an eyebrow at the king.
"Expecting trouble your royal majesty? King Henry Alexandria Revon, the Bloody King, defeater of the Rozathian, and the King of Kings."
Hearing the extravagant title the King stared at the man.
"And what about you? Grand Master Miller Franz, Grand Master of the King's Order, and the Slayer of a thousand men."
Miller and Henry stared at each other, locking their eyes and not flinching for a moment.
"Heheheh. It's finally good to see you well and alive. I've feared you were dead when you offered to lead a forlorn hope into the city walls."
Henry grabbed Miller's arms and embraced him into a hug and letting him go.
"Takes more than arrows, swords, and magic to kill me." Miller thumped his fist against his black plate armour which seemed to absorb light itself.
Currently Miller is dressed in the signature pitch black knight plate armour of the King's Order. Flowing behind the armour is a black fur coat made from the fur of a water bear, which has healing properties, with the bones of a daemon dragon sewn within thus allowing the wearer to use it as an impromptu shield. The plate armour is made of Dark Mithril which can be made by combining dark steel and mithril together. The armour is further enchanted to make it more resilient against magic and physical attacks. It also has a special function which allows it to change its appearance according to the occasion.
On his waist was a one handed sword made of dark steel giving its blade a dark colour. Its handle was wrapped in fine leather and a pommel that has a crown with a sword behind it fashioned onto.
On Miller's back was a long sword of the same design as the one handed sword except its blade was longer and broader.
The one handed sword was used only when Miller is on horseback while the Long sword was used when Miller is on foot charging and breaking the enemy's ranks.
"Come, it's about time the royalty of Rozath are about to hang for their crimes." Henry gestured to Miller.
"And finally we get to keep our oath." Miller added in. Henry nodded at the sentence.
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A/N: Whoo! This was quite a long prologue. Next chapter we will get to see some hangings and what wants to do after the war. So stay tune! Follow, favourite and critic.