"You merely desecrated Cain's flesh, using the vile spells of Necromancers and Bone Demons to extract Cain's memories—a despicable impostor!" Tristan's eyes grew colder by the moment. He was different from his Round Table colleague, Gawain, who held the eight knightly virtues as his highest creed and swore loyalty to the King merely to practice his own chivalric path. Tristan was a knight who placed his loyalty to the King above all else. Had it not been so, Tristan would not have chosen to betray his own creed when loyalty and chivalry could not coexist, brandishing his blade against his former comrades.
And that is why, in Tristan's eyes at this moment, no matter who the person before him truly was... whether it was Cain or not, from the moment he began his rebellion against His Majesty, Cain had become an enemy, just as he had previously unsheathed his blade against Gawain.
TWANG—
