Ray followed the young knight to the room, which was for the higher-ups of the knighthood.

It was a simple room, with a single bed and a small table with a chair. There was a window from where he could see the moon, and that was about it.

A few wooden decorations that didn't interest him were scattered around, making the room feel more like a cell than a guest room.

"Sir, I'll send someone with food," the young knight said before leaving Ray alone in the room.

Once the door was closed, Ray walked to the window and looked at the moon, feeling a warmth spreading over him.

He felt a surge of raw, untamed power, but it was quickly suppressed by his Holy Heart.

The warmth from his holy aura was a constant presence, a gentle suppression that held the darkness at bay.

He thought of the people who had burned the innocent woman, calling her a witch.

A cold anger settled in his stomach. "I don't know why, but I can't keep going on without punishing those bastards," he muttered to himself.

He had to act. "First thing in the morning, I'll visit the lords of the city who are behind all of this."

Just then, a knock sounded at the door. "Sir, the food."

Ray turned, expecting to see a random guard, but instead, it was Luna herself, standing in front of him with a serious face, holding a tray.

"You're here?" he asked, remembering that he had told them he preferred privacy.

"I have something to ask," Luna said, her voice firm. "Can you please listen to my request, sir?"

Ray gestured for her to come in and close the door. She placed the tray on the table.

"After getting all this information, what will you do?" she asked, her voice low and direct. "Will you ignore what happened, or will you do something about it?"

Ray looked at her, then repeated what he had said before. "I told you I'm not a part of the Temple. If someone should do about the incident then it's the people connected to the temple."

Luna's face hardened. "Is being part of the Temple necessary to do a work of justice?" she countered, her voice sharp.

She took a step closer; her eyes locked seriously with his.

"I am a part of justice," she said, her voice filled with mockery. "And I couldn't do anything to save that woman. So what is the point of being a knight if you can't even do justice?"

Ray was taken aback by her sudden emotional outburst. "Why are you so interested in this?" he asked, his voice guarded.

"You said yourself that things like this are common here. You must be used to it by now, right? Why risk your life."

He watched as Luna's expression shifted. The anger on her face was quickly replaced by a profound sadness.

She looked at her hands, her voice barely a whisper. "No," she said, her head slowly shaking. "I'm not used to it. I'll never be used to it."

She looked back at him; her eyes filled with pain. "Because I also went through the same horror."

"Went through the same horror?" Ray asked, his voice filled with surprise.

Luna's shoulders slumped. She sat down on the chair across from him, looking at the tray of food with dull eyes.

"Yes," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "When I was a child, I lived in a small village with my family.

During those times, the execution of a woman in the name of being a witch was so common there that women hardly went out of their homes.

Everyone was afraid of saying the wrong thing, of looking at someone the wrong way. Fear was the only rule we lived by."

She paused, taking a deep, shaky breath before continuing. "Then one day, a few people from a nearby village came.

They had come to accuse someone. But they didn't accuse a stranger; they accused my mother."

Luna's hands clenched into tight fists on her lap. "That day, the world turned against us. The whole village... our neighbors, people we had known our entire lives, turned against my family.

They not only wanted to kill my mother but me and my father as well. They came at us with pitchforks and torches, their faces filled with hate.

So we ran to save our lives. We didn't stop, even as they chased us through the forest, shouting curses at us."

Her voice was raw with emotion. "But my mother was not as fast as us. They caught her.

My father and I heard her screams, but we couldn't go back. We had to keep running to save ourselves. We had to hear her screams as they burned her alive."

A single tear rolled down Luna's cheek. "My father and I, we were the only ones who lived. We sustained so many injuries, from the chase, from the fear... but we lived."

Ray listened silently, the weight of her words pressing down on him. He finally understood her rage.

Behind the armour of the knight; there is a girl who suffered in her childhood and had lost everything.

"That day," Luna continued, "I decided to join the Temple. I was still a kid, but I swore to myself that I would find the people behind all of this and punish them.

I wanted to do what the knights in city couldn't do. But my father passed away before I could officially join.

He was never the same after what happened. So I entered the knighthood in his honor."

She looked at Ray, her eyes clear despite the tears. "The incidents like those became less common as the knight order grew, but even today, whenever such incidents flare up, the masses choose to believe in such lies, just to think they are saving their lives."

Luna sighed, her gaze returning to the food on the tray. "Now you know why I was so interested. I was a little girl who lost her mother because of a lie.

I was a knight, and I still couldn't do anything to stop today's incident. We are supposed to protect them, but who here we are waiting for the orders?"

Her voice, now hard and low, broke the silence. "To save the masses, they are killing innocents, but will it really save them?"

Ray heard her, and he slowly shook his head, his voice a chilling murmur that felt colder than the night air outside.

"They will face a worse death than what they did to that woman."

Luna saw that Ray also held the same hatred as her, a dark conviction that brought a flicker of hope to her eyes. She leaned forward, her voice a desperate whisper.

"Now, I'll ask you again: what will you do? Will you let this happen again and again?"

Ray heard her plea, her pain, but he simply sighed, a long, weary sound. "What can I do? I'm just a normal person."

Luna's eyes widened, and the small flicker of hope she had just found was extinguished. Her shoulders slumped, and her face fell.

She thought Ray would take some action, that he would be the hero this city needed, but here he was saying he couldn't do anything.

It shattered her hope and left her feeling more alone than before.

"Sorry for disturbing you, sir," she said, her voice small, and without waiting for a reply, she turned and left.

Her all hopes were shattered with Ray's apparent refusal to do anything.

However, the truth was not that Ray would do nothing. He just wasn't going to tell her. He would act in a way that no one could blame him, a way that kept him from getting entangled in the politics of this world.

As for what he would do, he hadn't even thought of it yet, but he knew one thing for certain: whatever it was, it would 100% follow a path of blood and death.

He wouldn't be a hero in shining armor. He would be an executioner.

Once she was gone, Ray's gaze fell on the tray of food she had left behind.

He saw a great plate of roasted chicken and a piece of bread.

His stomach made a low, guttural sound, reminding him that he hadn't eaten since he had arrived in this strange world.

He didn't ignore his hunger and began to eat, tearing into the chicken with his hands.

After he had finished, he laid on the bed, his mind replaying the conversation he had with Luna.

He had told her a lie, but it was a lie to protect her. He knew what he was about to do was going to be a bloody path, and he didn't want to drag anyone else down that path with him.

"I'm sorry," he muttered to himself, his voice a low apology to the woman who now likely saw him as a coward.

"But I can't trust anyone, nor do I want to endanger other's lives because this is going to be bloody hell."

With that thought, he closed his eyes and slept for the whole night, only to be awakened when he heard a knock on his door.

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