I admit that I am a little bit greedy for this kind of comfortable time, and perhaps I want to choose to forget the bright red and desperate wailing all over the place. But every time I did that, that annoying voice would whisper in my ear like a ghost: "You are Casillas' sword, and guarding it is your eternal mission."
I guarded Casillas for three hundred years, served two monarchs, and doubled the territory of Casillas... I dedicated everything I had without any regrets, even if I died for it, I never complained at all.
But... Is this really what I'm living for?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
