The Pilgrim Who Longs to Go Home

It is an age of trench coats and suits, yet also an age when knights and demons contend. Ordinary people all know that the only way to find a safe corner for themselves is to worship the radiance of the Lord God, listen to the saintesses sing, and shelter beneath the knights' armor. But one man, named Serxiti, is an exception. Not only does he lack a soul belonging to this age, he also has no heart that can fit into this civilization. Why do I say that? Let us hear his own answer... “My name is Serxiti. The people around me like to call me a stranger, and say I must come from some legendary ancient kingdom...” “But what they don't know is that I belong nowhere in this world. I come from a little village with a stream and earthen-tiled houses. There may be no strong liquor or cigarettes there, but there is no despair or bloodshed either. There is only... home.” “I really, really want to go home...”