Tekatokikata

In a world reminiscent of the upheaval of the High Middle Ages, an enigmatic person known only as the "Faceless King, Arthur" strikes fear into the hearts of countries, earning the animosity of warring kings and generals. Haunted by a terminal sickness, he starts on a desperate effort to establish long-term peace among chaos and violence. As he navigates perilous relationships and tackles his past demons, he must address the question: can he achieve his vision of harmony before time runs out, or will his search for redemption be swallowed up by the shadows of his own death?

Faceless King: The Masked Demon

As the sun rose over the castle the following day, a different energy pulsed through the kingdom. In the city he governs, Mordred gathered his most loyal men in a lit chamber within his palace. The atmosphere was thick with anticipation as they discussed the plans that would change the fate of Judep.

"Arthur's celebration was nothing more than a distraction," Mordred declared, pacing before his men. "While he basks in the glow of his wedding, we prepare to strike. The time for action is now."

The Pope, an imposing figure dressed in elaborate garments, nodded in agreement. "Indeed, we cannot allow Arthur to solidify his power further. His marriage has made him vulnerable, and we must exploit that weakness."

Mordred's eyes gleamed with ambition as he addressed the room. "We've secured an assassin's service. Nightcrawler will eliminate anyone standing in our way."

"Are we certain he can be trusted?" a voice called from the shadows, casting doubt among the men.

"Trust is irrelevant. Nightcrawler seeks only the reward we promised him. He will complete his task without question," Mordred replied, dismissing the concern with a wave.

The Pope interjected, his tone persuasive. "Let us remind ourselves of the importance of this mission. Nightcrawler will strike at the heart of Arthur's support—his family and closest allies. With them eliminated, chaos will reign, and the throne will be ripe for the taking."

A hushed silence fell over the room as the weight of Mordred's words sank in. Beloved by all, the idea of eliminating the innocent child hung heavy in the air, but ambition eclipsed morality for Mordred and his followers.

"Let us proceed with caution," the Pope warned. "Nightcrawler must know that he cannot fail. We'll ensure he has everything he needs—the details of their movements and their daily routines. We'll provide him with the means to succeed."

Mordred nodded, appreciating the Pope's insight. "Prepare the information and make sure Nightcrawler understands the gravity of his assignment. We will meet him tonight under the cover of darkness."

The conspirators gathered around a table, where a sprawling map of the kingdom lay, marked with the locations of Arthur's allies and the details of their daily lives. Mordred pointed to several names, his finger hovering ominously over John's.

"His death will break Arthur's spirit. Once we remove the young prince, we will sow doubt among the people. They will question their king's ability to protect them. It will create the perfect opportunity for us to take action."

With the hit list prepared, the conspirators finalized their plans, their voices hushed and conspiratorial. The air was thick with anticipation as they envisioned a kingdom in turmoil, ripe for the taking. The meeting ended with grim resolve, each member knowing their role in the unfolding drama.

They Yet Whisper