Just like that, I have become one of the Freedom Fighters.
Traitor of the Northern Empire.
Outlaw of all the Great Nations in the known world. A bastard and fallen Knight who has thrown away his honor to live among barbarians.
Many more words which I can only imagine will be used to describe me in the coming days.
But I do not care about them.
This has always been about achieving my objective. It is something I place above all else when it comes to this world.
Speaking of the world.
'Is this place real or not? Maybe it is like a dream and none of these people actually matter. Some don't even have names.' I ask myself while walking among the palace fields, towards the tents that exist up ahead.
This is a question I have found myself exploring these days.
The answer I keep arriving at is "Yes."
These people are real.
They matter.
