Dragonborn's Holy Land

"Who am I?" "He's a heroic charging knight! Or a towering spellcaster!" He had always been confused before heading towards the holy road. He admired vanity, possessed power, and had the ability to change everything, but he held it stingily in his hands and refused to let out a single bit. When he started to see people falling one after another, he would just wave his riding crop and get out of here quickly. Once, twice... Knowing that he also fell on this road to salvation. When he was rescued, maybe it was really the Holy Father's care. He is awake! "Whose child are you!" "I am the lord! The guide who leads the people to the holy land of happiness." He picked up his crutch and embarked on the journey back, and when he came again, he was no longer alone. "Long live the Holy King!" He walked through the people who admired him with a smile and fulfilled the vow he left. I can't move anymore, I have no motivation. The nature is so good that cutting it off can cure it forever.