I inquisited countless hundreds of nobles.
I massacred countless thousands of soldiers.
The cruelty that assaulted me.
The cruelty that I performed,
Has turned this body into a weapon.
But my hands cannot stop.
Protecting the Lord's love, and the Lord's teachings,
That is the way to bring people closer together.
My friend once said.
My faith, it has plummeted me into madness.
No. Certainly not.
I who was once plunged into madness by my anger,
Is now kept sane only by the light of the Lord.
...But it is too dark here.
This armor of iron, these stake-like fingers, no matter who it touches,
No heat can be felt any longer.
Someday, by the grace of this light, may the warmth that has been lost,
Once again gently visit my cheeks.