Caesar, the die-hard cat lover

[From Evans's account, you learned a secret from a thousand years ago.]

[A thousand years ago, Evans was still Caesar's most capable and trusted personal guard. However, the many acts of brutality Caesar committed after becoming emperor had left Evans, a devoted believer of the Desert Goddess, disheartened. He even regretted fighting for him.]

[Just then, Evans received a short sword from a mysterious individual: the Desert Guardian. With this Divine Artifact passed down from the Desert Goddess, and his position as a personal guard, he would have one chance to assassinate Caesar at close range.]

[Everything had gone smoothly according to plan, but at the final moment, just as he was about to drive the blade into the drunken Caesar's heart, Evans hesitated. The loyalty and honor instilled in him since birth caused that instant of hesitation. If he struck, he would forever bear the disgraceful name of "Regicide."

[It was that single moment of hesitation that cost him his only chance. Caesar, who already possessed divine power at the time, would not give Evans a chance to strike twice...]

["This time, I won't hesitate again!" Evans looked at the Minstrel with resolve and promised, "I've come to understand that my loyalty belongs not to any ruler of this land, but to the Desert Goddess. I will follow the goddess's teachings and gladly lay down my life to protect the desert. Anyone who attempts to harm this land, I will kill with my own hands!"]

[The Minstrel looked at Evans, smiled, and nodded, accepting his promise.]