Joshua took it, the ravenous carving of a pattern of a snake ran through the scabbard of the sword, and its hilt had a radiant crystal embedded, proving that the sword isn't merely just a sword but something that holds great value.

  ?Once he took the sword to his hand, Joshua made his way back to his father, then he offered the sword to him.

  ?"You earned it, you keep it son, that sword now belongs to you."

  ?After taking a look at the sword, Joseph gave it back to Joshua. He is momentarily stunned, knowing this isn't merely a handing of a sword but also an acknowledgment and showing of positioning.

  ?"It's an honor, father."

  ?He bowed as he took the sword.

  ?From behind him, the Death Gallop stood up.

  ?"Give me the other thing too," said he, and his second-in-command took out a scroll, one that was tightly wrapped by a wrapper with symbols of a star and a crescent.

  ?"Here, this scroll is the peace treaty, our commander already signed it, now all you have to do is sign it yourself and hand over the future successor," Death Gallop demanded as the second-in-command gave the scroll to Joseph .

  ?Loosening the seal upon it, Joseph read the scroll, taking a few minutes. And after confirming its authority and what was written in it, he nodded his head, wrote down his own signature, and made the seal.

  Yet, the heart of Joseph ached as the final moment came, the slaughter hound from the past once again whisper to him to draw his sword to defend his honor and son.

  ?His frustration became visible in his face and even from the tightening grip on the scroll.

  ?Neigh!

  ?Joseph raised his head to the sound of a horse, and saw his son Joshua riding it at the enemy.

  ?He beheld in silence as Joshua rode at the enemy, and Death Gallop accepting him into the group. They requested the sword from Joshua, but taking it, they tied it to the back of the horse, not completely taking it as it was the prize Joshua won after beating their leader.

  ?"Send the news of the succession of the peace treaty to the forces Melavan, and let's get out from here," said Death Galloper, and Melavan sent off a bird with a message tied to its leg as the group prepared for departure.

  ?Joshua glanced one last time at his father Joseph , and the two shared a nod and affectionate gaze. Joseph smiled, hiding his fear and anxiety and helplessness, bidding his son a good and pleasant farewell. His knights from behind waved their hands, letting go of the young lord they served until now.

  ?It is unknown when they will be seen again, maybe it will be in a battlefield or maybe it will be never. Thus Joseph embedded the image of his son into his mind, as Joshua turned back and rode his horse along with the Death Gallopers group as they departed.

  The peace bird flew away in the sky, arriving at an Ottoman Empire military camp located within the border of the Joseph barony.

  ?Flapping its white wings, the peace bird landed upon the shoulder of a soldier who received its message.

  ?"Look, it's the peace treaty sign, that means no longer war against Baron Joseph ," the soldier announced from what was written in the message to his fellow companion.

  ?"Ooh, I know who's not going to like that," said the soldier's friend.

  ?"We don't have to worry, Captain Bahanigal will always be sent to another war. You know his nick name is Blood Glutton mainly because he's always thirsty for war and battles."

  ?"I heard it's because of his insane cruelty and condition of always needing to see violence in war," the soldier whispered, fearing that even the tiniest voice might lead to a catastrophe.

  ?"The King had given special orders to keep the Captain always in the battlefield to keep him occupied. Other than war, Captain isn't fit to be anywhere."

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  ?"Right, since you got the message, you deliver it. I'm afraid to see the Captain right now."

  ?"You think I want to see him? Let's dump this on the new guy."

  ?The two soldiers quickly found the new guy and sent the message in his hand to the Captain's tent.

  ?Screams of a woman and a man echoed from within the tent as the young new soldier got close to the tent, and on his shaking legs, the young soldier called out the Captain's name.

  "Captain Bahanigal, a message arrived from the headquarters."

  ?The voices coming from the tent ceased after the young soldier's announcement, and a man wearing a dark green robe stepped out from within.

  ?The man had no hair on his head, only a shining bald surface. With one blinded eye in his face, he gazed at the new soldier and grabbed at the message in his hand. Then, without a word, he turned back and entered into the tent again.

  ?Inside the tent was a bloody scene, the floor was wet with flowing blood and the interior brightened by one light from a candle, which illuminated a faint light to the surroundings.

  ?A man wrapped in chains, hanging slightly above an extremely sharp blade, stayed motionless in place, blood dripping from his wounds, flowing through to the ground. Tools used to torture him are still nearby, along with teeth and hair that came out from him. The man barely had his eyes open, yet he tried to stay awake so as not to slip and fall head first into the blade.

  ?The blade itself is not much larger, and if the man fell only half of his face would slice, thus, it would only give an increase to his pain and not the instant death he yearned for.

  ?Bahanigal walked past the man as he read the message, and he approached another figure lying on the ground.

  ?It was a woman whose legs were broken and mangled in a twisted manner. She crawled with her only movable hands, but the little bit of what she moved from her hand caused her immense pain, as it was her bare flesh that rubbed against the floor when she moved.

  She is harshly skinned, from neck to her waist. Where her skin is absent, the bare flesh can be seen on the body. Her hair was cut clean to shave her head, and the hair was scattered around the ground. some stayed sticking to her skin and flesh. Her hands trembled as she moved them, trying to reach for the exit of the tent.

  ?But once she saw Bahanigal, she froze and started to weep. Bahanigal simply stepped past her hand, reaching for the only comfortable chair in the tent.

  ?Reading the letter, Bahanigal ripped the paper at the end, slamming it into the ground and getting up in rage.

  ?"Not again, I can't do this again! This place has everything I need, I can do whatever I want here. Why is it that peace has to exist? Why can't there be always war? I'm sick of this, I need war, I need chaos in this world!"

  ?Bahanigal exclaimed, his raging fist hitting the hanging iron chain and his leg kicked at the woman crawling on the ground.

  ?"This world, it needs change, it needs to be more dread and sorrow."

  ?At once, in front of Bahanigal's vision was a bright panel, glowing like a sole star in a moonless night.

  "What's this, some kind of a quirky shaped light?"

  ?At first, Bahanigal was skeptical of the light, he looked around to find any opening of his tent that could let a light in, but there were none. Almost all around his tent is perfect cover so that even a breath of fresh air came hardly into it.

  ?"It doesn't appear to be, also, this thing has words I can perfectly understand."

  ?He then proceeded to read the words written upon the light.

  ?[The system has recognized your yearning and answers, would you like to take the opportunity to change the world?]

  ?"It's asking me to choose to change the world. Is this God's work? Did God finally hear my prayer and bless me with this? I obviously choose Yes."

  ?Bahanigal exclaimed, and the light appeared to accept his words as it changed within the next second. After the light disappeared, a voice from a woman suddenly reached into Bahanigal's ears.

  ?[Qualification to enter the Eternal Garden granted]

  ?[Accessing Eternal Garden]

  ?Bahanigal was suddenly stunned, he no longer stood in the dimly lit tent, instead he was surrounded by a spring of water falling from high above in the sky.

  ?The falling water gathered around him and the female voice urged him to drink the water from the puddles.

  Bahanigal did not feel any threat from the voice, only a supreme diligence and submissiveness along with a respect born in his mind and heart when the woman's words landed in his ears.

  ?He dug his hands into the water and took a handful and drank. Until the moment the last drop of water slid down through his throat, Bahanigal did not feel anything.

  ?But when he finished the last drop of water, a whisper started to spread in the air.

  ?[When the world flows in the same tide, you yearn for a change and rebel, when the days become dull and typical, you hope for excitement and change. A different being among the ordinary ones, who hopes for a better and changed tomorrow and a future.

  ?By the grace of the Eternal Spring, your existence has shaped and the system now recognizes you as the Revolutionary. You have been granted the Pandemonium - the Revolutionary]

  ?A light panel appeared in front of him and Bahanigal was once again back in his dimly lit tent. But he felt something changed within him.

  ?But before he investigated himself, a sudden light appeared in front of him, asking a question.

  ?[As the Revolutionary, you have the authority to invite for a new world, are you willing?]

  ?(*Upon agreeing, you will invite Saahaan, the system, into your world. Proceed with caution)

  ?Bahanigal did not fully understand what happened, but he understood what the words in the light meant. And he already had the answer within him.

  ?"I'm willing! I invite for a new world! I invite Saahaan, the system, into this world!"

  ?Bahanigal exclaimed with utmost arrogance and pride in his tone. And his voice echoed to every corner of the tent.