บท 5: Chapter 5: Fall of Righteousness
The news of Leon Winter's death spread like wildfire across the kingdom, and with it came a wave of celebration. It was a day unlike any other, a day that marked the fall of a tyrant who had held the world in his iron grip. Streets filled with laughter, tears of joy, and people embracing one another as though a dark cloud had finally lifted from the land. With Leon's death, it seemed as if the world itself had been reborn, and for the first time in what felt like ages, there was peace.
Those who had once succumbed to the strange, unseen power of Leon's Essence began to return to their former selves. Men and women who had lived in fear, their minds clouded by the unseen threads Leon had pulled, suddenly found clarity. It was as if the very air had been cleansed of a terrible, suffocating presence. The people's eyes, once dulled and lost in the fog of Leon's manipulation, now shone with newfound freedom.
Merchants returned to their honest trades without fear of retribution. Soldiers who had once blindly followed orders now questioned their leaders. The oppressed and downtrodden raised their heads, daring to dream again. Villages once barren and desolate began to thrive. Crops grew in abundance, and the people's hands worked the land with renewed vigor, as if they were planting the seeds of a future filled with hope.
Sebastian Vettel, the man who had slain the monster, stood at the helm of this newfound era of peace. His name was spoken in reverence, hailed as the hero who had saved the world from a tyrant's reign. Under his leadership, it seemed as though the kingdom was undergoing a transformation—a revolution not born of bloodshed, but of righteousness. He enacted reforms that uplifted the common folk, broke the chains of the oppressed, and gave voice to those who had been silenced for too long.
But for all the joy and peace that Leon's death had brought, it was fleeting.
Humans, after all, are still humans. No matter how pure the intention, how righteous the cause, the seeds of sin are always there, lying dormant, waiting for the right moment to sprout. And as Sebastian basked in the glory of his victories, those seeds began to grow in the hearts of those closest to him.
Sebastian was a commoner, an outsider to the noble circles that had once ruled with unchallenged authority. And though he had brought peace, his rise to power left a bitter taste in the mouths of the nobility. Whispers began to spread, whispers of envy, of greed. Why should a man of such humble origins sit upon the throne, while those of noble blood were forced to serve him?
Even those who were closest to him—his friends, his allies, and his beloved wife—were not immune to the poison of jealousy. They had watched as Sebastian, the hero of the people, took his place as king. But to them, his rise was not one of honor. To them, he was a tool, a means to an end. His wife, the woman he loved and trusted with all his heart, wore the ring of marriage not out of love, but out of a calculated desire for power. She had once admired him, or so it seemed, but her heart had grown cold, and her loyalty wavered.
Sebastian, with his idealistic nature, never saw it coming.
The very people who stood by his side were plotting against him, biding their time, waiting for the right moment to strike. His closest friend, the one who had fought beside him in the war against Leon, was the first to betray him. It began with subtle gestures, small deceptions that chipped away at Sebastian's trust. And then, one day, it all came crashing down.
Sebastian discovered the truth by accident—his wife had been unfaithful, and not just with anyone, but with his closest friend. The betrayal cut him deeper than any sword ever could. He had given his heart to her, trusted her, believed in her. And now, she carried his child, a child who would never know the love of a father who had been broken by the cruelty of the world.
He fell into a deep depression. The man who had once carried the hopes of a kingdom on his shoulders now found himself drowning in despair. The very essence of Clarity that had been his strength, the gift that allowed him to see through lies and deceit, now seemed distant, weakened by his own broken spirit. He had no strength to confront his wife, no desire to challenge the friend who had betrayed him. He withdrew from the world he had fought so hard to save.
And that was when they struck.
The betrayal had been carefully orchestrated. His wife, his friend, and the nobles who had always resented him had conspired together. They framed him, accusing him of the most heinous of crimes—forcing himself upon a young girl. The kingdom was thrown into chaos. How could the man who had saved them, the man who had brought peace, be capable of such a thing?
The people's faith in him crumbled, and the very kingdom he had saved now turned its back on him. But they could not bring themselves to kill him. Even in their betrayal, they still remembered the man he had once been. Instead, they cast him out, exiling him from the very world he had bled for.
As Sebastian disappeared into the wilderness, the kingdom fell into darkness once more. The peace that had followed Leon's death was short-lived. With Sebastian gone, the nobles reclaimed their power, and the corruption that had once been kept at bay now ran rampant.
Crimes that had once been unthinkable in the medieval era began to plague the land. Slavery, extortion, and murder became commonplace. The rich exploited the poor, and justice was nothing more than a word spoken by those who held power. The very ideals Sebastian had fought for—honesty, righteousness, morality—were lost in a sea of greed and cruelty.
It was as if the world had simply reverted to its natural state. The world that Leon had seen with his cold, calculating eyes, the world that he had tried to reshape, was not a place of hope and change. It was a place of darkness, where power ruled and the strong preyed upon the weak.
Sebastian, broken and alone, wandered the desolate lands, haunted by the knowledge that his dream had failed. He had believed in a world that could change, a world where justice and morality would prevail. But the truth was far more terrifying than he could have imagined.
People do change, but what they become after is far more monstrous than any tyrant.
And so, the kingdom that had once celebrated the death of Leon Winter now found itself longing for the days of his rule. The monster they had feared had been replaced by a far more insidious evil—one that wore the faces of those they had once trusted.
Sebastian had fought to save the world. But in the end, the world did not want saving.
It wanted power.
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