Royal spirit

Borris's gazed at his hands as they trembled with such ferocity that it seemed as if they were dancing to the rhythm of an unseen force.

Truly, they were shaking!

The needles that punctured his skull felt like fiery stakes, and as time ticked by, the weight of his sword grew heavier, bearing down on him with each passing moment.

Suddenly, as if struck by a bolt of lightning, realization dawned on him with the snap of a finger. Knight Boris, the last ascendant of the Eser Kingdom, had lost faith not only in himself but in his entire kingdom.

The Grand Duke's head nodded with an air of understanding. "Ah, I see," He murmured. "Very well, if the favoured knight of King Kanit has chosen to take such a miserable path, I shall do my utmost to fulfil the promise I made to my junior brother and fallen King Kanit himself. I will do my best to guide you back onto the proper path".