Faith in the Realm: From Wrongfully Accused to Ruling the World

“You despicable remnant, you conspired with the rebel faction and plotted to usurp the throne. Do you plead guilty?”

“Since you say I'm a traitor plotting rebellion, then I suppose I'll have to commit treason and rebel just to show you.”

Born into a time of chaos, human lives are as insignificant as ants, and hope flickers like fireflies.

People speak of heroes, of towering buildings rising from the ground, but never of the bones buried beneath flourishing weeds.

A compassionate heart cannot bear to see living beings suffer and die.

Once a good impulse stirs, one's actions become constrained by morality.

In a chaotic age, does being a good person mean you must be framed, manipulated, and held at knifepoint?

Don't you know that fate is fickle, and only the virtuous are fit to rule?

This is a story of returning to tradition.

May all the ages to come know peace after this life.