'This should be a good punishment!'
...
...
「Aboard the Kenzan Frolov, outside the theater.」
Huberto was hunched over, his gorgeous, intricate armor caked in viscous pus and crimson flesh. The sacred golden radiance that symbolized Dawn—much like the half-gold, half-black greatsword in his hand—was tainted, half its brilliance stained with deep, dark patterns that slowly corroded his body.
'Fallen...'
A bitter expression Huberto couldn't hide surfaced at the thought.
He, a Judgment Knight of the Dawn Church, had been lured and bewitched into corruption. He had betrayed Dawn and lost his long-held faith.
'If I cannot obtain Dawn's forgiveness, then I...'
'Heretic, you are blaspheming against Dawn—'
At this thought, Huberto gripped the sword's hilt with both hands and raised it high, his expression resolute and solemn. 'Even if I die, I will never let you succeed!'
"My Lord Dawn, your devout follower, Huberto Watson, prays to your greatness. Bestow upon me your blessing..."
