In short.
He had experienced a scenario called "Hero's Twilight."
After the war ended, the old knight who had given everything in the war returned to his hometown, only to find that everything familiar had already vanished.
The joy of the Empire's victory had not spread to that remote homeland. The unfamiliar villagers upon the familiar land still lived in misery.
Because of his merits during the war, he had been granted authority over this territory. He should have been returning home in glory to take up his post.
But the villagers saw him as a demon who had come to steal away their last hope of survival. They raised wooden clubs, pitchforks, and whatever else they could find, rising up in resistance.
Victor suffered an attack that seemed utterly unprovoked to him. Unable to bear striking back, he had no choice but to flee.
But he did not go far. Instead, he secretly returned to observe. After that, many questions emerged in his mind. What had the war truly brought to this land? Who did victory really belong to?
In the end, he could not help but ask himself: Was a hero truly a hero? Yet before an answer could emerge in his heart, the "invaders" appeared.
They were not "invaders" from another country, nor enemy survivors who had escaped the war, but homeless refugees.
The refugees wanted to live. They needed houses to shield them from the wind and rain, and food to keep them from starving to death.
What followed was a war of survival, fought for the sake of "living." Victor had only watched the beginning before he could no longer hold back from intervening.
He manifested "weapons," defeated the leader among the refugees, and drove them from his "territory."
Through that incident, he gained the