Prologue

'Damn aristocrats, spewing bull about being just and being for the people but spending trillions in gold in the back to buy private mercenaries and getting stuck in succession battles just a hypocritical bunch. Heading towards the guillotine while the so-called 'nobles' use scapegoats to avoid their own crimes.' The First Order dragged me up to the stand. One of the hooded men behind me grabbed my neck forcefully as I struggled.

The executioner stood to my right and shouted "Heron Delilah for the crimes of kidnapping the Earth and Creation Saints you will be sentenced to death by decapitation!"

I was forced down in grim silence as the crowd looked up jeering. The capital streets of Aurora were loud. I was led to the guillotine block and as the Lunette lowered over my neck securely a 'ding!' sound was heard in my ears, and a blue window appeared in front of my eyes. 

(The Fate System has activated, secondary host is being contracted)

'…huh?'