Before they became slaves, they had their own lives, their own paths, their own relationships... But everything shatters once the collar is fastened around their necks.
The slaves are bound by the power of the contract, unable to defy their "masters" at all.
Every gold coin in the slave trade is stained with the blood and tears of slaves, tainted wealth drenched in black blood.
But... so what?
No matter the era, no matter the world, without power, one ultimately becomes a toy for others to manipulate.
Driven by fate, adrift on the tides of time.
...No, not everyone is indifferent to the slaves.
The Paladins care.
This group of stubborn fools is always at the forefront of fighting against evil!
They care whether the slaves are fed and clothed, whether the slaves are treated unfairly, whether they have lost the will to live...
If Herbert were really just a Paladin of the Mist Monastery, he would be like the other Paladins.
