The world is now ruled by laws and is judged by how those in higher status decide what is right and wrong.
There is no need to explain your own ideals, as there is already a given path for you.
Separation and segregation determine where you belong.
Order and labels are marked upon us by them.
These things, which are made to be facts, are treated as significant and must exist.
And then, amidst these facts, a single man did not accept them, as he saw the wickedness behind them, which he himself once enjoyed.
Still, he was able to boldly turn himself into the hypocrite of all hypocrites, the fakest of all who spout words from their lips that oppose their very own deeds.
"Heeelp!!"
A nobleman screamed in fear as he ran out of his burning mansion.
The guards froze as they saw their very own master running toward them with a crying, scarred face.
"Useless fools!! What the hell are you standing there for?!" he shouted at them as he passed through and pushed open the gate.
The guards were very confused about what was happening.
The elegant mansion they had always admired was now turning into a pile of ashes.
Their calm and well-mannered master was now screaming like a slave being chased to death.
It was a very unexpected event, one which they both thought to be a dream.
Even after they slapped themselves multiple times until their faces started to swell,
they looked at each other, convinced that they were not dreaming at all.
"Borse… what do we do now?"
Ither, one of the guards, asked with a blank stare at his fellow gate guard.
Borse gritted his teeth and clenched his spear while thinking.
The fire reflected in his eyes, dancing like a beauty in a tavern.
He turned and looked at Ither with a smile of resolve and said,
"We're free…"
Ither raised a brow.
"What?"
Borse hugged his brother and burst into tears.
"Brother!! We are now saved!! Let's go home now."
He spoke as if they were no longer obligated to know what had happened to the master who fed them and gave them jobs to earn money.
"B-Brother?… Are you sure?"
Ither unknowingly felt relief instead of doubt as he saw a figure, only a shadow within the scorching mansion.
A figure that gave him assurance, allowing him to no longer hold back his sadness and tears from being freed from chains.
That figure whom they both saw was the very man known by many as absolute evil.
He did not care who you were, as long as you were one of those he disliked.
Yet his very actions freed those who were treated like mere tools, used only for convenience.
And among those he helped without his knowledge were the two siblings who worked under the nobleman, Baron Corbin Kentucky de Venta.
Baron Corbin Kentucky de Venta disliked those who acted pitiful in his eyes, such as those begging in the streets for mere coins, and those who worked hard selling their cheap bread.
That is why, when he saw two boys lying in a dry, dirty street, he felt no sign of empathy, only the urge to make them realize how meaningless their existence was.
"Hey, you two rugged ants, come with me."
He said this as he woke them up.
The two innocent, thin, and slim children said nothing, struck silent by his fancy, expensive clothing.
"You two know it now, right? No matter how hard you try to survive, you will never become like me... unless you are me."
Those words had formed a single, unbroken paragraph carved into the hearts of the two guards, words they had heard every day of their lives while standing at the gate, never allowed to eat twice a day, only once, and that single meal was enough to give them the strength and perseverance to play their role without complaint.
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The fire did not only descend upon the Baron's mansion, but every vicinity of his estate was completely set ablaze.
The people, instead of feeling despair, ran out of their houses in joy, jumping and dancing as if there were a huge festival.
Bakers threw their bread like pieces of gold to the people. The feeling of freedom was far different from the feeling of being a slave.
"All hail our savior!!"
They shouted in unison as a man stood atop a clock tower.
No one saw his face nor what he was wearing, but they were sure that this was the man who broke the chains from their necks.
From the crowd, Ither stepped forward, raised his spear, and shouted,
"Praise the Lord of Hypocrisy!!"
His voice echoed not only through the corners of the blazing houses, but into the deepest parts of the people's hearts.
"Lord of Hypocrisy!!"
"Lord of Hypocrisy!!"
"Lord of Hypocrisy!!"
Yes, you heard it right, they call him the Lord of Hypocrisy, yet they all praise him as if he is not one.