-Prologue-

"So this is where he rests?"

"Yes, right here underneath this tombstone"

Written in tombstone were his deeds, it was simply just him boasting on and on.

"Was he really that strong and honorable as the legend says it?" I asked.

"Well, he was strong a quite, but nowhere near honorable. Legend is legend, not truth." She answered

"Well, people I met in the royal forest were very convinced all the deeds were true."

"It was, but there's a catch. Things aren't always the way they seem to be. Truth becomes the exgagurated, and the unclear becomes firm. At the end, what the crowd thinks becomes the truth." Then she added on "Only me and 2 other friends know the full truth. Again, all the deeds are true in some way, but not in an honorable way. For example, he stole the tomeless from another person, which isn't honorable, but people only think about the fact that he is the first tomeless in our world."

"Well... we can't avoid the crowd not realizing the full truth, no other way for the crowd to get the story if not hearing from people who don't even know the full truth themselves. It is bound to differ a bit from what really happened."

"Well, we aren't going for honor, so it won't be our problem"

"Ye"