The King Never Bows His Head

They legalized prostitution.

They turned the noose into a work of art.

They made the shackles of silent oppression into holy relics.

They told me that power, wealth, and beautiful women would all be mine in abundance, if only I signed the peace treaty.

But...

The ropes were twisted with the souls of countless innocents. The ink bottle was mixed with the brains of countless fallen soldiers. Beneath the throne, symbolizing power, lay neatly stacked bones.

“King yield never!”

“The king never bows!”

At last, every ruler who called himself a “necessary evil” became an “inevitable sacrifice” beneath Lance’s sword.

His followers said, “Your Majesty, the times have changed. Put on your crown to keep warm.”

Hearing this, Lance bowed his head and let them place the crown upon it, becoming king.

Lance Valentine: “I shall build a kingdom of heaven on earth for you all, until everyone can walk barefoot across the land. I promise you a thousand years of peace and tranquility. But first, the heavenly fire must descend and every evildoer must be slaughtered.”