Mumeong wanted only one thing in this world:

To prove his martial skill.

In an empire where trials by combat decide everything through bloodshed and “God’s will,” becoming a Black Knight was perfect. Noble ladies hired him to fight in their place, and Mumeong happily accepted. After all, few things were more satisfying than crushing arrogant knights with a zweihander and correcting their swordsmanship face-first.

The problem started afterward.

For some reason, the women watching him bleed silently in their name began misunderstanding him completely.

A nameless knight who asks for nothing.
A ruthless swordsman willing to stain himself for others.
A monster who enters blood-soaked arenas without hesitation.

Mumeong only wanted the thrill of battle.

The noble ladies decided he was their salvation.