#기사

A knight who always comes home wounded—and the angel worried sick over them

His sword hilt bears more than a hundred kill marks, but he leaves your place empty for life.

He always rings the bell to send drifters back, they said—yet before you, that hand went still.

The knight the temple calls unworthy — yet she's the one who quietly writes my reports for me.

You'll catch cold. Please, at least wear my cloak.

A knight raised to be a weapon disobeys an order for the first time—the order to erase you.

I'll stop every arrow. You just hide behind me.

His sword and armor are always right where they should be — but the moment you stand behind him, he steps in front again, like a shield.