その騎士は剣を振るう事を好まなかった。
槍も弓も同じように地に置いた。
手にしたものは痩身にはあまりある大型の盾。
敵を倒す事より、
味方を守る事に道を見いだした。

多くの人々は彼を称賛した。
罪なき者。
尊く、貴く、慈愛に満ちた聖騎士だと。
戦場の邪悪さ。戦いの悍ましさから目を背けるように。

騎士はその内面を人々に洩らす事はしなかった。
彼らの夢想を断罪するほど人間的ではなかった。
ただひとつ、後に続く者に言葉を残した。

心せよ、我が盾を受け継ぐ君よ。
戦いに善はない。
盾を選び背後の人々を守る事も、
剣を持つ事に等しいのだと。

The knight harbored no love for the blade.
Spear and bow lay equally untouched upon the earth.
His chosen implement, a massive shield, seemed a burden too great for his frame so slight. Yet, not in vanquishing foes did his purpose reside, but in the safeguarding of his comrades.

Many lauded him.
The sinless one.
A Holy Knight, revered, precious, and brimming with love.
And thus, they averted their gazes from the battlefield's malice, the war's grim horror.

The knight, his inner world, he kept ever veiled from the masses.
He was not so human as to condemn their cherished illusions.
A solitary truth, and naught else, he left to the one who would tread his path.

Mark well my words, you who shall inherit this shield of mine.
There is no virtue in war.
To choose this shield, and stand as guardian to those behind you, is the very same as wielding the sword.