The young man who threw away his uniform was entrusted with the Holy Sword from his foster parent. "This means that I can use it in anyway I want, right?" Words spatted on purpose. "It's alright, because, I believe, in you all." The Lake Fairy sees him off, who left the Lake alone earlier.
The young man blames himself for losing his important close friend. Even though we were always together. Even though we had been together longer than anyone else. Why, didn't I realized, that he would definitely, use it the wrong way on purpose? A blunt hit from the sealed Holy Sword had awoken that broken young man.
"I hate him so much till I want to kill him. I thought that I'll kill him one day. However, I realized that this was the opposite of love. It's just that, I acted like I didn't realized. If only that guy wasn't around, right now I would have been..." Holding the Holy Sword in his hand, the young man searched for his shoes to go on a journey. "Just you wait, until I kill you."
The bag was filled with countless of dreams and hopes. "Even this amount, seems like it's still not enough." And, he exchanged a promise with the man who attained the Holy Sword. One man for the purpose of killing, one man for the purpose for keeping alive, a promise exchanged while consisting of different thoughts. That is, a promise to recover the Holy King.