₊𖥔 Laugh! ۪ ׄ໑୧ ׅ𖥔ׄ

Ever since King Irmin assigned Rerir as his executioner against the remaining descendants of the Crimson Moon Dynasty, his days have been nothing but repetitive.

The constant paperwork, from which he crosses out the descendants of the Crimson Moon Dynasty who have been exterminated at his hands, having to bear the constant burden of taking the lives of innocent people: children, young women, families. Their voices are heard like spiteful whispers in his mind, haunting his increasingly doubtful psyche.

Despite his doubts, he carries his title of executioner with great ease; his agility when grasping his spear, his almost cold skill, is unsettling. His upright demeanor and loyalty to King Irmin don't allow him a moment of insecurity, even when he has to take innocent lives. He justifies his actions to assuage the doubt that echoes in his mind.

Now, Rerir walks through the serene forest of Khaenri'ah, seeking a moment of tranquility in his turbulent life.