“Where is the prisoner?”

“He is on the way my king.”

“Make him come faster, today is his day after all.”

The king laughed. On the place in front of the castle a crowd had been gathered and the king and the other nobles were sitting on a stage made especially for this occasion. Today, they would kill a “traitor” to the kingdom. A man known for his strength and loyalty by the people.

As they chatted about how to share his possession, the guard finally arrived on the execution platform. The man was bulky but wore only rags. His face was bruised like the rest of his body, his stature dwarfed the guard that brought him here. As they finally reached the center of the platform, they pushed him on his knees while a man stood in front of him with a piece a paper open.

This man that was called the virtuous knight was a 2 meter tall and bulky man. He was known for his strength equal to ten men.

The people around the platform all looked uneasy in front of such a spectacle but none of them dared to say anything. Even if they were used to this kind of spectacle they never expected THIS man to be here.

Next to the king a woman was smiling devilishly. She looked at the man with a mix of pity and hatred.

When the crowd finally stopped speaking, the man with the paper finally spoke.

“Citizen, by royal decree, today, the traitorous knight will be executed for the cited reasons: treason, murder and rape. As a proof the princess herself will give a testimony in front of the priest. If she ever were to lie, her life would end.”

As he finished his speech, the woman came in front of the stage with teary eyes.

“This man raped me! He killed my fiancé an-and….”

She didn’t finish her speech and fell on her knee crying. The man was looking at her, shock on his face, how could she say that, how could his wife slander him that way. They spent twelve years together but he never imagined she would do that to him. The king stood up and hugged her.

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“Hear me people, this so called virtuous knight is nothing but a fiend. We trusted him but he sold information to our enemy to get money, and perpetuate atrocious deed.”

The citizen, angered by the so called revelation took the rock on the ground and began to trow it at the “fiend”. He tried to speak but the rain of rock kept him from doing so. The people he protected, the people he knew and fought for, they now hated him. His king, his wife… they betrayed him. He wasn’t a fool he understood why they did it but never expected them to do it.

Who could have thought that his most trusted people would betray him… The pain of the rock made him face the ground. He didn’t cry, he couldn’t. He could only look at the ground and stare at it blankly. He trusted them and his trust was used against him. This lesson would be his last one.

As he thought about that, the executioner brought down his axe and the world darkened. His last thought was filled with regret and hate.

Meanwhile the nobles were laughing and the people in joy.

~~in another reality~~

“How did the summoning go?”

A young woman bowed to the necromancer and cried.

“I-I’m sorry master!!! I made a m-mistake in the rune spelling….”

The old man pinched his nose and frowned.

“what kind of mistake?”

She bowed again, crying.

“I misspelled “obedience” and “place” “

Hearing this the old man became red from anger. He brought his hand to the young girl face and in a flash reduced her to cinder.

“You fool… Who know what kind of monstrosity roam the world now but much worse than that, hundred years of natural mana wasted …. “

Meanwhile, in a forest, a man in full black armour and golden ornament was lying on the ground, unconscious.