United Kingdom…
Camelot, Ashura Mansion…
Training camp…
- A man (a white-haired old man, in military uniform, looking at a kid saluting): Did you understand what I said, Tristan?! (he narrowed his eyes, the tension in the air was almost palpable)
- Tristan Ashura (a white-haired kid, in a military uniform with sweat running down his forehead): Yes, professor, sir!
- The teacher (looking at the kid, crosses his arms): And what did I say?
- Tristan Ashura (saluting, stares at the ground with his heart racing and a face as red as a rose) "What did he say? Damn…": Ehmm, you said, you said… Ehmm…
- The teacher (with veins on his face, extends his right hand, believing that a slap will remind him)
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (in a luxurious suit, approaches): Socrates, be patient with the child. He's only six years old…
- Tristan Ashura (runs into his father's open arms): Father…!
- Socrates (looks at Windsor, sighs deeply): Child?! At his age I was already at the Master level. But this kid can't even tell me that the Law of Pendragon is the supreme law of the United Kingdom and part of this Law also functions as International Law, and was called the Law of Pendragon because it was, he, as Emperor King, who wrote it. How do you want to be an Ashura if you don't even know that? (looking menacingly at the poor soul)
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (passing his hand on Tristan's head, trying to calm him): My son, distracted again? (looks at the teacher, and with a firm voice): We need to talk!
- Socrates (arms crossed, looking at both of them): The king…?
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (with a look of concern, looks at Tristan): Son, go train the Ashura Dark Art.
- Tristan Ashura (shakes his head with a forced smile): Yes, father...
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (looks at Socrates, his voice lowering and urgent): The king is uncontrollable. Today he almost fought with the queen. I had to take the little prince to see if the two would stop fighting.
- Socrates (with his arms crossed): You know that this is all because of that attack he suffered, why haven't you said anything yet?
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (passes his hand over his face, looks at Tristan, the burden of knowledge in his sigh): I can't. King Pendragon has forbidden us to talk about black Qi and you know that. And the King's Force would never allow us to disobey his order.
- Socrates (sighs, tension visible in every line of his face): Heinrich doesn't even want to see me anymore. And I'm sure it's not just an impression, there are spies here in Camelot, they are from Indrith...
- Patriarch of the Ashura's (puts his hands on his hips, sighs in disappointment): I thought he would be better than King Uther, I thought maybe he would come close to being the next Ultimate Divine Lord...
- Tristan Ashura (training, looks at his father)
Yeah, I heard everything. I've always known that I'm not the favorite child, nor the firstborn, Windsom was. The mission that The Light gave me was not to be a patriarch, but to be a bodyguard of prince Arthur. Just as my father posed as king Heinrich's butler in order to protect him, I had to do the same.
I had to be the strongest, I had to protect Pendragon's heir. But…
Evening of the same day…
Ashura Mansion…
- Tristan Ashura (trembling, while hugging a lady, fear was evident in his eyes): Mother! Mom, what is happening?!
- Tristan's mother (trying to calm the boy with a tight hug, her voice soft but firm): If this attack were here, I would be lost. After all, aren't you the child prodigy who is a proficient professional? (looks at his son)
- Windsom Ashura (enters the mansion breathing heavily with a pale face): I almost lost my mind...
- Tristan's mother (with Tristan in her arms, looks at Windsom): What's going on?!
- Windsom Ashura (head tilted, eyes twitching): It's a coup d'état, they're heading towards the palace...
- Tristan's mother (comes close to Windsom, puts her hands on his shoulders): Son, where is your father?! You were with him!
- Windsom Ashura (leaning against the wall, head down): Even if I had been with him, we would have scattered...
City center…
- Windsom Ashura: People screaming and running from one side to the other. I saw a woman fall and die due to the desperate trampling of the people...
- The people (running, the panic was absolute, each confused step was a consequence of that): HELP!!!
- Windsom Ashura: A woman's body, lying on the ground, lifeless...
- A child (standing in the middle of the street next to the woman's body with a teddy bear in her hands, screaming, her trembling voice exposing despair): Mommy! Mommy!
- A man (running, despair written on his face, shouting at the top of his lungs): AHHH!!! Damn! Damn invaders! Cursed be our king! Damn you all, I'm leaving!
- A soldier (armed to the teeth, his armor shining in the sunlight, stops in front of the child, his voice firm and authoritative): Someone help this girl find her mother! We protect the people! This is no longer a place for the people, much less children, there will be a lot of blood here!
- A young man (running, eyes wide with terror, tripping over his own feet): My God! HELP!!!
- The other soldiers (standing in their positions behind the general, ready for battle): Yes, general!
- The enemy army (marching towards the palace, stop when they see the United Kingdom's army)
- Their general (laughing, eyes shining with mischief): Of course. You have to try to resist, it's not useless at all…
- Windsom Ashura: Sarcasm was all over his face, and his men were so many that they surrounded the entire city wall...
That day, that day was the beginning. The beginning of the Legendary Emperor King…