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A story that is lonelier than anyone else, and happier than anyone else.

Crossing the long river of time and space, one day unknown to anyone, a man named Rodriten returned to ancient times.

It was a time before King Arthur had risen and Britain was in turmoil. The small island nation is divided by many heroes, and the smoke of chaos has never stopped for a moment.

At that time, civilians were like livestock: enslaved, oppressed, they were afraid in ****, panicked and could not live all day.

Everybody takes that for granted.

Even the wisest of people only worry about the future of the country.

Civilians are not people.

Commoners were only slaves of the nobility.

Acura sang the praises of romance and righteousness, and the nobles despised the ignorant commoners while affirming their own justice.

No one disagrees with that, because that's exactly what happened: ignorant civilians can't do anything&no&wrong&fiction{}. {}. Well, nothing can be done without the leadership of the nobility.

The aristocracy believed so, and so did the commoners.

All endure the tyranny of rationalization, struggling at the lowest levels of society. Everyone looked forward to the wise king, as if his birth could save everything.

"But that's wrong. ”

But there is one person who knows that there are other ways of life for human beings.

Rodritte. In the thick darkness, he stood up as a teenager. With a love for humanity, he made his voice heard.

"That's not the future I want to see. ”

I love more than anyone else, so I am stricter than anyone else.

I believe more than anyone else, so I am more persistent than anyone else.

Rodritte had no illusions from the start, so he didn't leave room to achieve his goals.

Like life as a toy, he squeezes himself harshly, exercising himself with what can be called madness: if he can't get stronger, he will simply die—a determination that can only be produced by a noble sense of mission and love.

Then, while enduring both physical and mental pain, he was still passing on his beliefs.

Rodriten walked from village to village and visited a wise man. He sketched a beautiful blueprint for everyone and wanted to ignite the flame of hope.

He almost succeeded.

After several years of hard work, one of the villagers finally believed him: following Rodritte's instructions, they improved their farming methods and changed the tools in their hands.

Not very quickly, but the villagers are improving. Everyone was in high spirits, and their eyes gradually shone brightly.

But he failed.

The village's progress has been reduced by heavy taxes, and instead of making the villagers happier, their efforts have made life more difficult.

As a result, no one will believe him anymore.

But Rodriit didn't give up.

Not even a second of regret, he remained determined.

"This is wrong. ”

He knows what he's going to do, and he knows how he's going to do it.

In the face of violence that cannot be resisted for the time being, in the face of power that can be tolerated for the time being. Rodriit chose to get stronger.

Once again he walked through the village, again to visit the brave.

There are no lies and no demagoguery. In front of each audience, he would calmly tell his wishes and inform them of all the dangers.

"You will be wounded, you will die, you may not see a day of victory, and maybe even I will fall in the middle. If that's okay, just follow me and create a new world. ”

It started with one.

And then there were two.

Gradually, Rodritte's followers grew. They fought together, trained together, bled together, and laughed together.

A lot of people died, but more and more people joined the line-up. Rodriten carved their names on his armor and on his sword, as if he were carrying the wishes of the dead.

Gradually, they had iron swords, armor, banners, and horses. They built villages in the far north, and seized one side of the territory with strong fortresses.

But that's the limit.

Not even the knights, Rhodes, were besieged by the lords. They mobilized their troops and engaged him in a long standoff.

War is coming, and destruction is imminent.

But just a day before the start of the war, a messenger from Cornwall brought a turnaround.

The election of the king began.

Dissatisfied with the division of the country, afraid of the invasion of foreign enemies. The knights and lords of Britain finally decided to choose the king by 'their own way'.

Then, the hero named 'King Arthur' was born.

In front of everyone, he raised the sword in the stone, which was the much-anticipated king of heaven and the top of the lord class.

To fight foreign enemies, all of Britain was united in his hands.

Skeptics repression.

Rebels executed.

Even Rodritte had to become his vassal: in order to keep the faith alive, Rhodes and his warriors went into King Arthur's military camp.

Only then did Rodriit know where this was: until he saw the face of the 'king' and took the slap of the blade of the sword with his shoulder.

But his heart was unmoved, and his thoughts were hard as steel.

After that, the long war began.

In order to engage foreign enemies, King Arthur began to squeeze the material resources of the country - the young and strong were requisitioned, and the grain was seized. For the sake of ultimate victory, King Arthur was able to tolerate a small sacrifice.

But Rhodes can't.

Repeated quarrels lowered his status, and he was called stupid in order to save the homeless.

In wars with foreign enemies, his army was never defeated. But the more he won, the more the nobles feared him.

-- No one can understand him.

In the eyes of the lord he trampled on the blood, in the eyes of the knight he gave up honor.

The higher his title, the fewer people like him. The larger his territory, the more hostile people will be.

Later, he didn't even have a friend.

The knights hated him.

The civilians feared him.

Even the king regarded him as a scourge to the nation.

But until the end, he was the one who fought to the death on the sword fence and was the leader of the king.

Yes.

That's the man's story.

Neither compromising nor hesitating, from beginning to end there was a love and persistence for humanity, which belonged to the life of Rodritte Saltixiu.