The World Judges the Brave, I Judge the World

"Guler." "Do you have any last words?" Year 997 of the Holy Calendar. The brave man who saved the world in the past was crucified on a pure white rack. Under the high platform, thousands of people cheered. The Holy See called him a degenerate. The Empire views him as a sinner. Partners who once fought side by side looked on with cold eyes. And the saint holding the holy staff high declared his death with her own hands. Until the last moment of life. Guler finally realized—— Everything you believe in might be wrong from the beginning. … When the head falls to the ground. Time goes back to when I was eighteen years old. Back to where destiny began. This life. The brave man no longer believes in the Holy Light.