"Were my hunters honored…?"

I walked over and found Heinrick's body, only a small bit of the human parts left whole. His eyes were still sharp and crimson.

"Were..my knights and hunters honored…?" Heinrick asked.

'Should I say the truth? Tell him that they were tossed away and forgotten?' Or should I lie? Tell him 'Your hunters and knights were abandoned and forgotten by history.'

I had no such dilemma.

"Yes, statues of you and your greatest hunters stand tall in every city and village! The world will never forget the greatest chief hunter, Heinrick Geirmundr Reinhart, and his order of knights that tore away the dark veil that covered humanity!" I replied with no hesitation, my words filled with only sincerity.

"….thank you..young hunter…I can now rest..in….peace…take my..blade..may it…serve…you…well-" He smiled brightly and with every word he spoke, life slowly left his eyes.

I leaned down and shut his eyes.