Chapter 47: 047. Ruins (3)
'A past so distant that I can hardly remember now...'
The Death Knight was a husband, a knight. Just an ordinary husband with a daughter, like any other family.
But even in such a harmonious household, misfortune came without warning. The necromancer of the Demon Cult that attacked the city and the countless undead that followed him were his enemies.
Thus, he struck down his foes. As he swung his sword, to the point of losing consciousness, soon there were only the corpses of his enemies left beside him, not comrades or allies.
In the end, he was defeated. He was reborn as a Death Knight, a mechanical being tasked with guarding the city, trapped in darkness.
What was given to him was a tedious mission. Even though an unfathomably long time had passed, the number of people visiting the city could be counted on one hand.
Only the thread of patience was becoming increasingly loose. Even though his body did not require food, water, or sleep, the long years had brought him a sense of ennui.
─Grrr...
Looking at the torn right side of his armor, the knight let out a laugh.
No, it would be a ridiculous sound to even call it laughter. The skeletal remains visible through the armor at the end of his gaze proved that. He was a dead man. There was no way a voice, the proof of life, could come from one who lived without ➤ NоvеⅠight ➤ (Read more on our source) truly living.
The knight raised his great sword. Even if it was an unexpected visitor, the power felt was enough to evoke admiration for the skill of the opponent.
As a knight, now unable to die as a Death Knight, he could only feel glad to share his sword with such a being.