【Beginning】
Loneliness brings simplicity. Confinement creates hope. Hunger causes desire. Pain tempers willpower -
The boy's strength came from his defects. He had no family or anything to protect, and he did not enjoy the care of anyone. He struggled pass abandonment throughout his childhood; when he was abandoned in water, he learnt to swim; when he was abandoned on land, he learnt to identify fruits. The only thing he could never pick up was the way to talk.
The Paladin raised the hammer as he opened the cage, hitting on the boy hardly. The boy, with his limbs tightly tied, could only steel himself and endure the pain.
Paladin King of Darkness: Fabulous! Fabulous! It seems you’ve grown accustomed to this.
Paladin King of Darkness: Tomorrow I’ll use a bigger one, a harder one!
Paladin King of Darkness: Yes! That’s right! You must get used to pain, but never to being hurt!
Paladin King of Darkness: You must remember those who injure you or cause you pain.
Paladin King of Darkness: Direct your desire to kill into the blade!
The Paladin yelled frenziedly. Irritated by the boy’s hatred, he hammered the boy with a certain pattern. As the boy’s waist jiggled, the boy vomited a mouthful of acidic juice up on the Paladin’s armor.
Paladin King of Darkness: Everything eaten at lunch thrown up? Let’s have dinner then.
He thrust a bamboo pipe into the boy’s mouth, pouring food paste inside.
Paladin King of Darkness: Grow up as fast as you can! Hate me!
Paladin King of Darkness: Learn my skills and become one who can kill me!
For years the Paladin had been training the boy, purifying his mind and perfecting his swordsmanship. The old Paladin tortured him to make him resist, frustrated him when he resisted so that he had no one to rely on. The boy subsisted; his stomach always in hunger and his heart always in desire. Every year the boy would be released from the cage once as a celebration, when he had to confront an army alone. He would rush into the crowd like a hungry dog, killing anyone he saw. It was his happiest moment in a year.
A few years later the boy had grown up to a teenager while the Paladin aged further. He had been looking for the right timing when the teenager could inherit the cursed longsword. On a day of celebration, the Paladin planned to hand him the sword after the killing. However, when he opened the cage and threw the sword inside, the teenager pointed the sword at him.
Paladin King of Darkness: Haha. I know the day will come anyway.
Paladin King of Darkness: You’ve never told me why you had willingly followed me,
Paladin King of Darkness: not to mention the fact that you’ve never actually spoken to me.
Paladin King of Darkness: I know! You’re a mute .
Paladin King of Darkness: Come kill me! Take my sword!
【Before Battles】
Paladin King of Darkness: Come when you’re ready. Don’t let me down.
【Enemy Dialog】
Paladin King of Darkness: You’d better be able to fend me off.
Paladin King of Darkness: Or else the past years would have been a waste.
【After Battles】
Paladin King of Darkness: I know you’re the right person.
【End】
All the years in his life, he was forged like a knife. The cursed longsword did he wield, against him the Gods and Demons could never shield.
The bloody blade in the teenager’s hand emitted a purple glow which emptied into him, while a beam of light was also casted by his mentor’s body that flowed into the cursed sword. Since then, as a tradition among the Paladin King of Darkness was established, those who inherited the power and title must be murdered by their disciples. They had to attach their souls on the sword after death, so that they could stay with their successors... Until then, the spirits of the swordsmen had suppressed the curse. They wanted their successors to delve into the peak of swordsmanship so much, that their desire was even crueller than the curse, madder than the Demons.