Thirty-five years ago, after I, Baron Dimitri Jonathan Harker, joined the Crusaders, I was sent to a small town to perform a mission the next day. Faith and honor allowed me to become a true knight the next day.
The first time I swung my sword and cut off the enemy's head. From that day on, I understood that the knight's faith and glory were based on the enemy's corpse. The sharp sword in my hand pointed at all enemies in front of me.
As the only male heir of the Huck family, shouldering the brilliance of my ancestors and the responsibility of the family, my hands as a young adult were already stained with blood and killing. What followed was greater honor and responsibility, and the young me faced
As before, he used the sharp blade in his hand to cut off the enemy's skull and neck countless times against powerful enemies.
In order to protect the continuation and prosperity of my family, I participated in countless battles of the Roman Empire, large and small. The battlefields were all over Europe. I thought I couldn't resist countless times, and then I got up again and again among the corpses. The cruelty of war.
Retirement over time has already made me physically and mentally exhausted, but the earnest gazes of everyone around me and the bloodthirsty and frantic struggles of the enemies made me get lost in this cruel hell again and again.
The nobles are busy searching for rare treasures from all over the world, and buying and selling slaves captured from battlefields and captured in countless battles. The winner becomes the sharpest weapon in the hands of the powerful, while the loser suffers a complete defeat. The nobles use land and rights to bind those who
The stupid and ignorant poor people, and the warriors who sacrificed their lives for survival are slowly losing their glory and faith.
After many years, the glory of the family has been completely wiped out by time. Wave after wave of robes around him fell down in front of his eyes, or struggled desperately to die. I have long been tired of all this meaningless so-called struggle.
Seeing those who are alive trying their best to die, those who are about to die are trying their best to stay alive.
Pain and depression became the only good medicine in the dark night. Every time I opened my eyes, I was sure that I was still alive.
The redemption in my heart has been completely overdrawn, and the victory I once longed for has become the last straw that overwhelms my heart.
It was once a fight for the family. When the Huck family was burned down in a fire, I, Dimitri Jonathan Huck, never cared about me again.
I don't know when, in my confusion, I raised my hands again to resist the vicious sword attack. The long-dead body was discarded like rags. The fire in my heart burned again, and the evil from there was about to be used.
The evil from there destroyed it.
God, who had long been abandoned in his heart, was rescued again. Paladin Dimitri appeared in the holy church. The knight who once thought he would die in hell finally had his mind purified. The nightmares that made it difficult to sleep slowly stopped intruding.
The persistence and courage I once had were slowly let go. Although the wounds of many years of battle have become permanent marks, they have made me stronger.
Countless questions that I had asked myself day and night finally got the answers, and my mind and body once again found a peaceful haven to rely on.
A month ago, the bishop of the Holy See came to me and asked me to help justice drive away evil, but I did not agree.
But in the end I chose to accept it, not for some bullshit justice, but to protect the stupid belief "loyalty-faith-glory-courage" in my heart that hurt me time and time again, because from the moment I was born, it flowed in my bones.
With the blood of knights, my fathers taught me what faith and loyalty are, and over the decades I have learned what glory and courage are. I am not doing it for those damn nobles, nor for those stupid and lazy people, but for me.
For myself, I stick to my lifelong beliefs.
"Earl of Spikes", "Bloody Vampire", "Dracula - Son of the Dragon", "Son of the Devil"... Countless titles have been heard in countless legends for decades, and along with them are countless innocent people.
Bloody. All my hands, Dimitri, are stained with the blood of my enemies. I never bully the weak or massacre defenseless people.
When I entered this battlefield again, I knew that my destiny as a knight had finally come. Until this moment, I met the enemy again. The spear in my hand was burning, and the courage in my heart was shouting. I, Dimitri, have never been afraid.
Viscount Jonathan Harker finally stood in front of the enemy.