Year 113, March of the Divine Calendar.
The sky fell.
That day was the last day of Wandong City. Under the spread of undead poison, numerous ordinary residents turned into living dead.
That day became a nightmare that would haunt me for a lifetime. I did not want to think about it, dared not to think about it.
On the verge of death, a tall figure stood before me.
When I looked up at that person, all I saw were eyes filled with tears.
"Child, what are you doing here? Why did you not hide at home?"
"…There is no home anymore. Was this not your doing?"
At that moment, I looked blankly at the Holy Knight clad in crimson gold armor, my eyes full of confusion.
After all, at that time I could not understand. Clearly, they had destroyed my home, taken away my father. Why did they now stand before me, asking me such things?
Did not the books say that gods should be the protectors of their shared beliefs? Did they not say that the Church was safeguarding the order of the world?
