“To die for glory is not eternal sleep —”
This is a lie all Castrum Kremnos keeps.
“The world after death is superior to reality and basks in light.”

But such vague poems the crown prince would not easily believe.

“Cowards who dare not look death in the eye…”^[1]
He declared thus on the day he returned from the stream of souls.
“Longing for a martyr's heaven and reciting self-deceiving stories…”

His words are sacrilege reincarnate,
More arrogant than his blood and family —
“True warriors should treat that paradise with spite.”

Many followers thus stop,
No longer following his steps.

For they feel this young man's words,
Compared to poems, are even more absurd.

A body immortal,
Equals not “perfection.”
The man braved dangers endless,
Simply to seek his weakness.

In his greener days
With more amateur skills,
In crises where death denied him even after kills,
He learned why “curse” is a synonym for “blessing,”

For he saw that visage of terror
at life's closing.

The man seems unmoved
when his past is mentioned.
Having braved death nine times,
He who was once lacking,
Now excels above everyone else, still rising.

Yet,
When asked if he's still as ticklish as when he was a child,
He does not answer.