War is hard for a man. It cuts off the soul of a person. No one can survive it until they leave behind their sanity they said. A princess lost in a rebellion. She lead her life in comfort of her castle but reality was harsher for her. She was thought to be dead by her country but she returned as a knight for the king.

Armor Queen

She just folded her hand and leaned on the wall watching the people talking. 


“The recruitment is done from the streets making them the saviors for their bad fate. How many do you think they recruited like this?” Rosa said her eyes still on the corpses. 


“The question is how many recruited like this.” He patted his hand dry. 


“Our Empire has not been in a good situation for a long time.” He discarded the cloth on the passing cart. 


"I want to kill every single black knight but at times like this I am not sure if what I am doing is right.” Her head turned to Oslo. 


“In the end, it is what you choose. We can’t feel pity for people. Some got recruited by the black knights the others by the ghost. You can’t leave any of them until you are dead.” Oslo replied and pointed to the corpses in front of them. 


“If there is desperation this will continue. The people with power are not exactly the ones to care, is it? Sponsorship after all.” He walked away to help with the hostage. 


Ch–119The master(pt-2)