誓ったのだ。
騎士道を全うし、王への忠誠を全うし、
愛する者たちをこの双槍で守り抜くと。

その誓いは嘘にしようと思ったことなど一度もない。
なのに気付けば、振り返れば、歩んだ道は汚れていた。
友たちは遠くに去り、手元には愛する者だけが残る。
妻を愛した、こよなく愛した。子供も生まれ、彼らの
成長を見聞きする度、心は喜びに打ち震えた。

けれど、ふとした拍子に己が歩んだ道を振り返る。
そしていつも、道に落ちたものを見つけてしまうのだ。汚れて、曲がりくねり、土足で踏みにじられた、
悲しいくらいに輝く騎士の誓いを。

He swore.
To uphold chivalry, to show loyalty to his king, to protect his loved ones with these two spears.

He never once thought of that oath as a lie.
Yet, when he realized and looked back on it, the path he walked had been tainted.
His friends had left long ago, and only his love remained at his side.
He loved his wife, dearly.
When his children were born, his heart trembled with happiness watching them grow.

But, sometimes he looked back on the path he walked.
And always, he'd see something fallen on the road.
Tainted, twisted, trampled underfoot.
The knight's oath, shining so sadly bright.