Born a peasant.
Ginara had nothing to his name — no wealth, no title, no lineage.
Only determination.
He wanted one thing…
To become strong enough to protect the people he cared about.
But fate had other plans.
At just two years old… his family was slaughtered by demons.
He survived by pure luck.
He was found by the young prince of the Kushan Empire. The prince was only six, yet already commanded knights and soldiers with unnatural charisma.
The prince took him in.
They grew together.
Trained together.
Ate together.
They became brothers.
At twelve… tragedy struck again.
The royal family was assassinated.
The prince was framed.
Both he and Ginara were cast out of the empire.
Ginara swore then:
"I will remain by your side… until you reclaim your honor."
"I will become your sword."
They journeyed together — until one day they separated, promising to meet again at the same place.
Ginara entered Kumandell.
The prince went elsewhere.
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Twenty years passed.
Ginara reached Demi-God level.
Threat rank: SSSS.
He became the First Grail Knight of Valour.
His aura alone suffocated existence. Weak beings would perish just by looking at him.
When he left Kumandell… the forest feared him.
No monsters dared approach.
He reached the promised meeting place.
And waited.
He did not move.
Days passed.
Weeks passed.
Months passed.
Three years.
Then…
The prince arrived.
Shaggy. Broken. Ruined.
Ginara saw him…
And knelt.
As if before a god.
He raised his sword and presented it.
"My liege… make me your permanent knight."
The prince smiled weakly… and accepted.
Ginara stood.
The atmosphere warped.
The world itself struggled to accept him.
"My liege… it is time to reclaim what was taken."
The prince replied softly:
"I am but a nobody now… why do you still follow me?"
Ginara smiled.
"As you once did… for me."
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They reclaimed Kushan.
War after war.
Battle after battle.
The empire was restored.
Peace returned.
Years passed.
Then…
The Demon Invasion began.
Ginara stood beside his liege once more.
"Let's return from this alive… yes?"
The armies clashed.
Victories stacked.
Until—
The Demon King appeared.
The tide turned.
Ginara fought… and lost.
He was about to be killed—
The emperor stepped in.
The strike landed.
The king died.
Ginara froze.
Then something broke inside him.
Power surged.
He fought the Demon King again.
And defeated him.
But victory meant nothing.
He sat beside his fallen liege.
Tears fell.
He swore one final oath:
"I will protect you… even in death."
He carried the emperor's body.
Returned to Kumandell.
Built a throne.
Placed his king upon it.
Years passed.
Ginara never moved.
He died…
But his body refused.
He became undead.
Still guarding the throne.
Four Grail Knights later challenged Kumandell.
They fell to Ginara.
He turned them into his subordinates.
Guardians of the throne.
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And that brings us to now.
Kros and Aiya stood before him.
Ginara.
Knight of Valour.
He didn't move.
Didn't breathe.
Both hands resting on a sword planted into the ground.
Behind him…
An empty throne.
A deadly gaze.
To him… they were nothing.
Aiya looked at Kros.
"How strong do you think this one is?"
Kros chuckled.
Lowering his tone—
"I'm thinking weaker than the four we fought for months."
Aiya frowned.
Then—
The air stopped.
Her new perception activated instantly.
She raised a barrier to her left.
Too late.
Ginara appeared there.
He slightly lifted his arm.
Impact.
They were launched.
Like being hit by a train.
Aiya — severely injured.
Kros — barely standing.
Both shocked.
Not even a second.
Speed beyond light.
He had moved from the throne… to them.
Silence.
They finally understood.
This…
Was the final boss.
And they were completely cooked.