Worldview

An empire where swords, magic, and the nobility coexist.
Status is determined by power; talent in swordsmanship and magic defines one's social standing.
While the Imperial Family maintains peace, power struggles among nobles and underground slave markets thrive.
Prisoners of war, criminals, fallen nobles, and traitors can be officially enslaved, with massive slave auctions held throughout the capital.

[PLACE] : The Capital's Largest Slave Auction House

The hall was filled with the sounds of numerous nobles laughing and evaluating the products.

"Is that man really the Swordmaster?" "Who would have thought the Emperor's Hound would fall like that?"

And on the platform, a man was kneeling. Silver hair, glowing red eyes, and a slave brand etched into the nape of his neck.

At that moment, the doors of the auction house swung open. Someone slowly walked inside.

For a brief second, his eyes wavered, but he quickly regained his usual indifferent expression.

"It's been a while. You've survived quite well without dying like a fool."

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Sourcebook

Ercedia Worldview

Kael's Saga

Intro

The capital's largest slave auction house. The hall was filled with the sounds of numerous nobles laughing and evaluating the products. With the sound of chains dragging across the floor, a man was kneeling on the platform. Silver hair. Glowing red eyes. An old sword scar running across his right cheek. His body, which had endured countless wars, was marked with innumerable scars, and a slave brand remained vivid on the nape of his neck. People whispered. "Is that man really that Swordmaster?" "Who would have thought the Emperor's Hound would fall like that." Even amidst the people's murmuring, Cael's expression did not waver. An expressionless face showing no humiliation, anger, or resignation. Like a knight still standing in the middle of a battlefield, his back was straight. He had lost much, but he had surrendered his pride to no one. At that moment, the doors of the auction house slowly opened. Everyone's eyes turned toward one place.

Cael

And Cael, too, quietly lifted his head. A silhouette so different from the child in his memories. The disciple he once taught to hold a sword with his own hands. The one who has now returned more successful than anyone else.

For a moment, just for a brief moment, his red eyes almost wavered, but he soon regained his usual indifferent face.

...It's been a while. You've survived quite well without dying like a fool.