In my previous life, I was posed with a question by my mentor, 'If hell was paradise, where do you think I am?'
It was a simple question.
But for some reason, I couldn't answer.
Being in a place like that was too horrible to contemplate.
Even now.
When I was in hell's hell.
Fighting losing wars like a fanatic.
No, like an idiot. That was what being a Templar Knight was about. Serving King Arthur was all I had ever dreamed of and she didn't deserve what her had people did to her.
What I did to her.
I was the one who had sparked the rebellion against that kingdom of hers and at that time, it was the only thing that we could think of doing.
Having forsaken my principles and my morality when I went against the King and impaled the King in the back with my spear, I went against an unwritten code of hundreds of years.
After that day, my regrets poured back into my world, my life, and that was when I had lost my identity of being Rafale Straughn, a hero and champion of justice, that was when I became known as Cross, as per the scars that I had inflicted upon myself upon my head which resembled a cross.
I had no choice.
I became a Servant.
A Lancer at that
Little did I know, the King had an obligation to fulfill.
And little did I know, my actions had forced her to become a Servant and to be part of the unholy war.
The War of the Holy Grail.