Years ago.
Millard was a sign of destruction but also hoped for those who thirst for war. They saw him as a hero who had the same goals as them. It didn't matter if they had to sacrifice their lives for him.
But for Arthur, Millard was a destiny he couldn't escape from when he was born. His father had reminded him since childhood that the eldest son in their family was never born as a human. They were born as slaves to beasts.
The first day Arthur saw him, he knew his life would never be the same again.
Arthur was five years old when a girl with red curly hair stood in front of him with a raised sword. That girl lowered her head, sniffing Arthur like a dog.
"Calm down, Frada." A tall and big man appeared from behind Frada.
"Lord Millard," Duke Reloux knelt before him. He pulled Arthur, forcing the little boy to lower his head.
