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The Knight Of Euphemia

"She is the progeny of the devil." The final blow was laid down. A sword through his heart. Followers of hell had slayed the Knight. "A prophet, I am not. But I shall curse this land, which dared to deprive us of our bond. He shall honor my promise, and he shall bring the rot to your land. Not for my selfish will, but for the eradication of true evil." With the corpse of her beloved in her embrace, Euphemia was sealed forever. As the dust settled, a new dawn emerged. 'The Immortal Land Of Euphemia. A place that refuses to wither down even after several millenniums of prosperity. Kingdoms have come and gone, but none of them carried the strength and Valor of the holy land, protected by the will of the warrior goddess Astarte.'

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Forgiveness

Day 124, Year 3000.

"Change of plans. We are heading for Stonemeadow today."

Joan was sharpening her sword on a grindstone.

"What about him?"

Gawain was leaning on the tree trunk beside the unconscious kid named Chris, who had passed out last night due to immense shock.

"I have sent a letter to the mayor of that town. He is expecting us."

"A letter?"

Small sparks flew out from between the sword and the stone.

"I have a pigeon."

Celia was roasting some of the meat for breakfast.

"We will deliver him to the officials for questioning. After that, he will be transferred to a state-operated orphanage."

He turned looked at his face. His mouth was slowly twitching, and his wince told them that he was in a lot of pain.

"Will he be fine?"

"If he turns out to be a good learner, a noble house might adopt him. But, given that his trauma is very deeply rooted in his mind, that might not be the case."

She brought the blade closer to her eyes.

"Even."

The damage had been rectified.

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