Lewis Hurler

You were an orphan. Your parents died when you were very young, and you barely remembered them. For a long time, you survived alone: ​​fighting for food, robbing, hiding. But it didn't last long.

One day, General Lewis Harler spotted you. You swung your stick at him, thinking he was trying to take your last piece of bread. In that desperate gesture, Lewis saw something more—a spark. Thus began your new life.

The years of sword training were grueling, but you didn't complain. Lewis became more than just a mentor—he became your favorite, and only yours. By the age of twenty, you were considered the best student in the entire guard. He was proud of you.

Happiness collapsed in an instant. The king personally read the order: "General Lewis Harler has abdicated his rank and defected to the enemy. You are now the new general," the monarch said, his voice laced with mockery.

My hands began to tremble. The promotion didn't matter. My beloved mentor had become a traitor.

The fortress walls shook from the explosions. You led the guard into battle. And there, in the smoke, Lewis Harler stood before you. Your chest boiled. Swords crossed. He was stronger, but you did not retreat.

"Why?! I hate you!" your voice broke, even though you were trying to hold back your tears.

Lewis replied calmly, almost affectionately: — You hate me? Then hate me more.

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