Prologue Prologue A seasoned commander. One of the three main figures who built the Empire. And a Weapon Master said to wield hundreds of weapons like a phantom. All of these titles referred to Mikhail Reverk. He, who had never been defeated once in his life, was tasting defeat for the first time today. And not at the hands of an enemy...
Prologue Prologue A seasoned commander. One of the three main figures who built the Empire. And a Weapon Master said to wield hundreds of weapons like a phantom. All of these titles referred to Mikhail Reverk. He, who had never been defeated once in his life, was tasting defeat for the first time today. And not at the hands of an enemy—but by an ally. "A wretched bastard, wiping out half the knight order alone… Should’ve eliminated you long ago." Once a hero, he had now become a traitor, hunted by the Empire. He held out for as long as a week, fighting back, but that was his limit. Captured by Sword Saint Robern and his knights, both of his arms severed, he was barely breathing. "……Why? I’ve sacrificed everything for the Empire from the moment I was born. As a gladiator, and then as a sold
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