This is the dark journey of a vampire as a paladin.
Three hundred years have passed, and it feels like a world away. I have regained my freedom and mind, but I only remember that my hands were full of blood... And the person I loved in the past.
The devout clergyman has become his old enemy that he has always wanted to kill: the undead. This is simply a big joke to him.
How should the knight endure the fear and swords of the good side, but stick to his oaths and beliefs and fight against the dark forces?