Without a comfortable room, Grush pulled on his cloak and prepared to sleep in a kimono.

Fortunately, it was still summer, not too cold, and even at night in the streets, the breeze was blowing, and Grush's strong body could ignore the temperature.

All his money had been handed over to the adventurer, and he didn't even have money to eat until he accepted the commission or hunted monsters and monsters to earn money.

Grush leaned against the entrance of the alley next to the tavern and closed his eyes, although the moonlight dissolved, it did not bring him any warmth, but after he heard the information that he did not know whether it was true or false, it covered his heart with a haze.

The soft light could not penetrate the heavy haze, and the blazing light would wipe him out with him, and after leaving the church, he betrayed his oath and lost his identity and power as a 'paladin'.

He wasn't even a paladin, he wasn't 'inspired', he was just a normal man with a strong body, maybe a 'warrior', but he didn't learn the skills of a warrior.

Now he is left with a strong body and swordsmanship that is not proficient.

His Majesty Jean Urser was merciful and generous, and after his inquiry, he granted his request to quit the Church, but in return, he would lose his power as a paladin.

In this regard, His Majesty Jean Utser emphasized that he allowed himself to pursue his own 'justice', or 'justice', while being a paladin of the Church of Radiance.

Grush had a little bit of a heart, but he later turned down the tempting offer, because then he was not 'in his position'?

Now he is still confused, the previous confusion was because he had too little knowledge, and now he is confused because he has seen too much.

The more he saw, the more confused he felt, is there really any salvation in this world?

The kingdom he is in now is still at war, but the lord here is still not on any side as if he has not seen or heard anything, so this territory has not been involved in the war for the time being.

But he had shrunk most of his forces to his side, and there were only militias in ordinary villages, and there were not many soldiers even on the border.

Once an army breaks into the border, the soldiers on the border alone will never be able to stop it, and if the militia in the village encounters bandits, they will definitely not be able to stop it without army support.

Because the territory was relatively peaceful, many refugees fled here, including wandering deserters, and on the way, Grush once again saw the ugliness of humanity.

Those villagers who usually have an honest face have become refugees, skinny and skinny;

In order to prove that they are stronger than others, bandits began to 'eat people';

The refugees were hungry and wanted to catch rabbits or pheasants to eat, but they were driven away and even killed by the soldiers guarding the forest...... Because that forest is the lord's 'wealth'.

Grush, against his wishes, lifted his sword and killed many people.

Along the way, he didn't know how many people he had killed, how many bandits, how many soldiers, and now he was almost numb.

He only gets excited when he talks about who he is and what he wants, but after that, he falls back into silence.

Grush closed his eyes and used his rough palm to ** the cover of the Criminal Code in his arms, trying to get some comfort in it, because he had killed too many people, and he didn't know if this was the 'justice' he was seeking.

He was destined to be disappointed, the Penal Code was dead and would not answer any of his questions, nor would it give him any comfort, so he woke up from his nightmare once again.

"Ha, ha, ha......" Grush gasped for air as he stared up at the sky with his eyes open.

Holding the "Criminal Law" tightly in his left hand, he pressed his right hand on his forehead, remembering the hideous faces of those people before they died, and remembering his own confusion.

Is it possible to get 'justice' by killing alone? and why?

Also, what exactly is 'justice'?

Grush always felt as if something was wrong, and if he could get it by killing, it would definitely not be 'justice'!

But what is 'true justice' and what is 'justice'?

Grush closed his eyes in agony, the swelling of his head preventing him from continuing to think.

Holding his weapon and book, Grush sighed wistfully.

He never regretted his decision, but along the way, he saw too many people's hearts, and he felt that such a human could no longer be saved.

He misses the time when he was in the church, because there was always someone to help him, and now he is alone......

Gradually, Grush was immersed in a dream again, but judging by the expression on his face, it should not be a good dream either.

............

When he woke up the next morning, Grush was awakened.

He looked at the child in front of him with a blank face, and let go of his right hand that was gripping his arm.

As soon as he let go of his hand, the little beggar ran away without even giving him a chance to apologize.

Grush patted his cloak and pants and rose from the ground.

It was just dawn, and the hunger was not so bad, and if he went out to 'hunt' now, he might come across a lot of foraging monsters, maybe in exchange for some coins, or...... Able to eat.

He learned a lot of things in the Sorrowful Wind Collar, such as 'justice', such as 'perfect law', and it was there that he learned that monsters could also be eaten.

He needed to consume a lot of food, a black loaf of bread a day would not satisfy him, and there were many wild beasts in the forest, but it was something that belonged to the 'lord', and even if he killed some of the evil soldiers, he did not eat a single animal in those forests.

Now, as always, he obeys the laws of his land, and he himself is studying them, and trying to work out some laws that are suitable for other realms other than the Tempest Realm.

This town is the center of a viscountdom, and Viscount Elos, as the lord of the viscount lord, did not flee, but chose to shrink his forces and protect him.

Although Grush could not agree with his approach, however, the soldiers guarding the viscount were his personal soldiers, and what he wanted, as an outsider, Grush should not say anything.

After all...... He's a nobleman!

There is also a supply of alcohol in the tavern, which shows that life in this town is okay, not to mention the problem of beggars.

He had never seen a city without beggars, not even in Lolandal, even in Windcity.

Grush felt like he was living like a 'walking dead' right now, but it was hard for him to keep thinking.

He had already sensed that he himself seemed to be preventing himself from continuing to think about the truth of 'justice' and 'justice', so he was now becoming more and more confused.

Why is this happening?

Obviously, there has never been the slightest waver in the past 20 years, why is this the case now?

Is it the despair of the world, or the perception of the sinister human heart, or is it the disgust of the ungrateful commoners, and the nobles who have repeatedly taught themselves?

The more he learned, the more scared he felt, and what scared Grush even more was that he no longer seemed to be able to 'ask himself' as much as he used to.

Not only did I feel lost about the future and my pursuit, but I also lost my heart, what could be more sad than that?

In the midst of his drowsy thoughts, the morning passed, and in the afternoon, Grush met the lord of the realm, 'Viscount Elos'.

It was a middle-aged man with a thin body and a gloomy look.

Everyone on the street looked at him, and the anger on their faces was self-evident.

Grush stood outside the crowd and saw the nobleman snorting coldly: "Huh! Untouchables, what are you looking at?!"

There was a pool of blood in front of the carriage, and on the pool of blood lay a corpse, a scrawny teenager......

The coachman panicked and was at a loss, and the nobleman glared at him, "Driving, a pariah, just accompany a few money!"

"It's disgusting!"

The nobleman's disgusted eyes pierced Grush's heart.

What is 'justice'?

What is 'justice'?

Grushh became more and more confused......

“...... Diro, my child!"