Jack used to be the son of a famous True Knight.
Thus, ever since he could remember, his life had always been good.
He never lacked food; he had a beautiful maid to take care of him, and although his father was not a noble, he enjoyed a status equal to that of most Barons' sons.
All in all, Jack lived a life that every person, apart from a select few, would absolutely envy.
Unfortunately, one day—a morning that he could still vividly remember—everything changed.
Jack could still recall the cries of his mother and the sorrow that the servants showed when his father's corpse was carried into their mansion.
At the same time, he could remember staring at his own young figure, watching his reflection in his father's empty and lifeless eyes.
The words of the messenger were fresh on his mind.
His father—a True Knight—had become a martyr of the Iron Armor Empire, dying in the line of duty in order to protect a city from a wave of beasts.
