In the dark age, an age of blood and fire, even gods themselves are about to be in danger.
The prelude to the world's destruction is opened.
But there is still a glimmer of hope, "Great Hammer" Laine, the Nord Kingdom Knight, carries the opportunity for transformation.

 "Human! Exterminate! Execute!"
"The ones dying today are you beasts!" Laine charges out from behind the snowy hill, leaping high, his warhammer slamming fiercely onto the head of an Inferior Horned Beast.
"So strong, truly strong, is this Mr. Laine?"

"Don't rush, Laine, patience is a virtue! Let's wait." Francois gestured for Laine to sit with him at a small street stall, where the vendor was a peasant woman selling a stew made of frog meat, flour, onions, carrots, celery stalk, potatoes, wild leafy greens, garlic, salt, and other ingredients simmered together. It smelled quite fragrant. Seeing Francois and Laine, two Holy Grail Knights, sit down, the peasant woman let out a shriek and then tried her best to bend her round waist: "Oh, my heavens! Oh, my Lady! My Lady Shalya, what is this, what does this mean? Two Holy Grail Masters visiting my little shop! Most esteemed Holy Grail Masters, what would you like?"


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