Father, nailed to the stake, hung his head like a sinner. What made us this way? Where did it all go wrong? There is no one who does not know the answer.

The day someone pounded violently on the castle gates. The day interest seeped into Father's eyes. The day the family chatted about supporting his dream while watching Father fall for the knight's adventure stories. All those days piled up and up to form the present.

I thrust the spear piercing Father's body even deeper. Father was always the same. To be precise, ever since that loathsome knight arrived. He was always energetic, dashing forward gallantly. But one cannot run forever. Father was thrown from his horse by the very steeds he trusted. It was only natural. Leaving his family behind, suppressing the instincts of a Bloodfiend and forcing that upon others, Father, blinded only by delusion... had no choice but to fall.

I silently watched as Father's breath stopped and the dark red blood overflowed, soaking into the floor until it was stained crimson. ...The conclusion of the rebellion and parricide ended in success.

...It is over, Father. Your dream, and the long night of La Mancha Land. Leaving it all crumpled behind... we shall live by faithfully following the instincts of a Bloodfiend and craving blood. Your story—where Bloodfiends do not seek blood, but become merciful heroes who help others and protect everyone, where humans and Bloodfiends laugh together in paradise—will now come to an end.

...It is finally over. The dream of everyone, of you, and of me. Now I intend to move forward on a new path. Unlike you, who were blinded by that loathsome knight and could not see what was ahead.

Then I turned around. And I saw you. A strange human hiding clumsily, watching Father's corpse and me. I pulled the spear out of Father's body and adjusted my grip.

You there. Who are you?.