One evening, Moldovar went to the house of his friend, Jethrov, who was also known as a loyal and excellent leader. It was his friend's birthday, so he honored the day as a sign of good fellowship. The guests and acquaintances of his friend celebrated that night. Whenever he visited his friend's house, he already knew where to wait for him, so in preparation, he brought a special bottle of wine. He waited there for a long time, but Jethrov didn't show up. He understood that his friend might still be busy with the guests, so he decided to wait, but after another hour, someone suddenly came up behind him. He didn't recognize them immediately because they passed through a dark area, but he felt that someone was there. A woman embraced him, so he was shocked and panicked when he finally recognized who it was—Jethrov's wife, Iophinea.

"Iophinea, I-I'm not your husband? Are you drunk?!" Moldovar said, panicking, as he tried to remove the octopus-like arms wrapped around him that wouldn't let go.

"Oh... Moldovar, I'm not drunk!!!" Iophinea said, but her tone and speech indicated she was very intoxicated. She threw the glass of wine she was holding to try and prove she wasn't drunk.

"Where's Jethrov??" he asked. Moldovar was worried because he felt sorry for the woman's state of drunkenness.

"That man!!!" She grinned like a madwoman and then shouted, "I don't need that man!" Iophinea's saliva splattered on Moldovar's face, and her breath smelled of red grape wine. "You! You, you, Moldovar are the one I need right now!!!" The woman's actions became aggressive, almost kissing him on the lips, but Moldovar was strong enough to stop her.

"Iophinea, stop it! You're not in your right mind!!!" Moldovar scolded the woman, but his tone was still filled with pity and concern.

"I love you, Moldovar." Even in Moldovar's arms, Iophinea moaned with every touch of his fingers, even though it was all just to push her away. She was thirsty for a kiss from Moldovar that would quench her thirst.

...

At that moment, Lancaster and others talked Jethrov into joining them for drinks inside. They intentionally brought Jethrov there so he would see Moldovar, smiling like thieves who had found an opportunity.

As they entered the third floor, Jethrov found something strange happening. He saw a naked Iophinea with Moldovar, her torn clothes lying lifelessly on the floor like dead fish. Jethrov thought Moldovar was raping his wife, and as he witnessed it, a horrifying revenge ran through his mind. If he could only skin Moldovar alive, he wouldn't hesitate. His eyes, watching his naked wife, bulged out, then darted to Moldovar. The buttons from Moldovar's clothes were scattered on the floor like dead insects at his feet. His eyes were filled with regret for ever having called him a friend.

What Jethrov didn't know was that Moldovar was only restraining his wife because she had forcefully ripped her own clothes as if peeling corn to expose her naked body.

In his extreme disappointment, Jethrov immediately charged like a raging bull and thrust toward the woman exposed in her shame. Iophinea quickly pretended to cry and shrieked, then picked up her scattered clothes to cover her betrayal. Jethrov pulled his wife away from Moldovar, and Iophinea felt the sting of Jethrov's grip, a result of his disgust and pity.

"He took advantage of me!!" she shrieked, letting her tears flow like a flood down her cheeks, even though it wasn't a drought. "He forcefully tore my clothes. And he wanted to rape me!" She was like a snake striking at Moldovar's character, and her index finger was a sharp dagger as she pointed at Moldovar.

"Moldovar!!" Jethrov yelled. "You have no shame!!! I trusted you!! He immediately threw a punch, like a volcano erupting in a fit of rage.

"Jethrov, I had no bad intentions toward your wife. She was the one who forced this situation!" Moldovar dodged Jethrov's assault, which was fueled by Iophinea's bitter, venomous words. "I was only stopping her from her wicked plan."

"My love, don't believe him!" she cried again, hugging her husband to gain his pity and protection.

"Your wife is lying, Jethrov," Moldovar said, panting as he defended himself. "You know me, Jethrov... I would never take advantage of your wife... I'm your friend, you know that." He calmly tried to pacify Jethrov's anger, even as Iophinea continued to deceive Jethrov's ears.

"Jethrov... you can clearly see, can't you? He forcibly held your wife's hands." Harrison suddenly chimed in, his broken voice echoing as he twisted Jethrov's ears like a machine tied to their hands, so that he wouldn't listen to Moldovar's explanations.

"Don't interfere," Jethrov warned, still thinking of Moldovar as a friend, but his disgust was like hardened lava that could spread at any moment.

"Your wife is beautiful, Jethrov... Anyone could lust after her! Moldovar was drunk, so he wasn't in his right mind." Lancaster insisted, his steps mocking as he approached Jethrov, whispering lies like a fly landing on Jethrov's ears.

"I am not drunk!" Moldovar clarified.

"Then what is that...?" Lancaster pointed to the wet floor, which mixed with the antique wood and gave off a smell. He inhaled. "It smells like wine here! Here's the broken wine glass. Moldovar is drunk!" He picked up the broken glass as if he had found a precious gem amidst the rushing chaos.

"That's not mine!!" Moldovar said the answer with conviction.

"Don't deny it anymore, Moldovar... Just admit it!" Woeffellon said with a grin.

"He took advantage of your wife. Aren't you going to get revenge...?" Lancaster said, scorning Jethrov's slight hesitation.

"Here's your dagger." Harrison drew out a dagger that shimmered in the light, and at the same moment, Jethrov's vision darkened. He was almost enveloped by a terrifying dark aura, and his fingers trembled as he took the dagger. Meanwhile, the eyes of Lancaster and his companions were like observing demons, their long smiles reaching their ears, waiting for the exciting scene.

"What madness are you telling him, Lancaster?" Moldovar backed away, feeling every bit of his fear. Although he was accustomed to fighting, he was afraid to hurt or fight his friend. But he had no choice.

"Kill him!!!" Woeffellon said.

"Stop inciting him!" Moldovar roared like a lion.

"I trusted you, Moldovar." Jethrov spoke a cold word that came from the depths of hell, filled with regret, and his eyes were covered in darkness. "You're no different from an animal!" Jethrov immediately ran toward Moldovar like a horse with a fiery tail; he didn't care anymore. He was determined to stab Moldovar.

But because Moldovar was not drunk, he knew what he was doing. He tried to calm Jethrov down, but he couldn't be stopped, like a dog with something stuck in its throat that wouldn't stop, it just bit. But Moldovar's explanation continued, even though it went in one of Jethrov's ears and out the other. And in an unexpected turn of events, Jethrov fell from the second floor and fainted.

"You killed my husband!!!" Iophinea shrieked. Her real tears poured out, with no trace of lies, but the cry of a woman who seemed to be holding a funeral. Believing that Moldovar had killed her husband, she sobbed in great fear, her arms trembling as she brought them to her mouth.

"I didn't kill him—" Suddenly, something struck his head like a lightning bolt, a hard object like a hammer, and he lost consciousness.

"Go get help from the people. We'll take care of things here," Lancaster told Iophinea, and in her fear that Jethrov might die, she immediately ran to get help.

They took Moldovar's dagger and went to where Jethrov was, and Harrison stabbed him repeatedly until he reached the peak of his glee, sighing with joy. "Your happy days are over, Moldovar—Jethrov is dead!"

"Let's go!" They propped the unconscious Moldovar against the wall near Jethrov's corpse before leaving the place like thieves who were never identified by the people. When the people Iophinea had asked for help from arrived, they were shocked to see Jethrov's body bathed in blood and Moldovar's hand with the dagger bearing Jethrov's fresh blood...

Moldovar was tied up and unconscious in the Moonatoria prison, the rusty bars like a contagious disease, a room where the whispers of hopeless prisoners seeped through. This was Moldovar's room at that moment. The rough floor kissed his knees, which bore the foul smell of hardship and oppression inside.

He was woken by a wooden bucket that released foul-smelling water scooped from a septic tank. The water, smelling of dead rats, was sticky and dirty as it soaked Moldovar's body, an insult to his character. Each ton of water from the septic tank reflected the vile administration of the guards in the Moonatoria prison. The guards who poured it on his face giggled. Those who once followed him now mocked him, like hyenas circling in front of him. He was startled by the force of the water, which stank like athlete's foot and stung his nose. He felt cold and nauseated by the foul-smelling water, with mud sticking to his face like a mockery.

A guard with a round body and a large belly that seemed to be a water reservoir, with a thick and rough voice, was the first to call out to him. "Leader, did you have a good dream?" the guard said. He knew this guard, who knew no mercy; even the steel on his chest gleamed in the presence of light. "Sorry, but this is not the right time to fantasize about yesterday." He felt nervous whenever he saw the guard's face, as if this were a dream, his mind would wake his sleeping body, but he felt the sting of the chains as if a thousand ants were crawling on him. The once-honorable leader, now in front of them, was like a criminal with no escape from their mockery.

"You scoundrels!!" Moldovar shouted, disgusted by what the guards were doing to him. "Why did you tie me up?" Every word he spoke was accompanied by a struggle against the chains that were embedded in his wrists, and his skin was wet and itchy from the intense rust, and whenever he struggled, he writhed in extreme pain as if a wire was wrapped around him. He tried to break the chain, but it was just music to the guards' ears.

"Comrades, he's pretending to be innocent—?" He laughed and looked disgusted. He coughed up a yellow phlegm and spat on the ground in front of Moldovar, and it dripped down his cheek. He held a small paper that was proof of Moldovar's crime and quickly tucked it into the back of his pants.

"You are a criminal!!!" the guard said with emphasis, and at the same time, he poked Moldovar's forehead with a finger as hard as bone, and his skull echoed in the unforgiving iron bars. "Murderer!!!" The guards and prisoners joined in with mocking shouts and deafening pounding on the bars, which got faster and faster, keeping rhythm with the guards' taunting. At the same time, the dogs outside the prison barked endlessly, which was irritating to the guards' ears.

"That's not true!!!" Moldovar said. "You're lying!!"

"Ah—after you stabbed your friend's body so many times, you only have two answers?" The guards laughed again as if they were listening to a real comedy show.

"Stabbed?" Moldovar said, his eyes widening like an owl's as he looked at the floor, and his mind dug deep into it. "I didn't stab anyone. It was an accident; he fell from the floor!" Moldovar's sane mind tried to race to explain the whole event, but in the eyes of the guards and even the prisoners there, he was like a comedian making them laugh.

"Accident—! Fell from the floor—!" The guard lazily mimicked Moldovar's answer with a slight wiggle of his waist. "Pfft, who's crazy enough to believe you? After you tried to rape his wife, you'll just say... it was an accident?

...

"My king, bad news! Leader Moldovar is in the Moonatoria prison and has been charged!" The soldier was panting as he delivered the news, running like an ostrich.

"Moldovar!???" King Harthur stood up and his eyes widened at the sweaty face of the soldier.

"My husband, what's the problem?" Queen Azonia said innocently. "Moldovar?" Azonia pretended to stammer nervously. The queen's intentions were economical; her coldness was contagious like snow, but behind it, her eyes celebrated victory as she joined in the shock of the people in the king's vast throne. She whispered to herself, "Finally, Lancaster and his group succeeded," referring to the soldiers she had bribed to attempt Moldovar's life.

"I can't believe it, leader Moldovar is like an angel, why are they accusing him?" Azonia said, looking sadly at the king, sharing in the king's sadness over what happened to his close friend. But all of it was just a lie, like a finely woven fabric of pretense.

"My king, the court has called for a trial for leader Moldovar."

"That's a huge madness!" King Harthur said. "Do they have witnesses?"

"There are witnesses, sir. Four people are testifying that Moldovar killed leader Jethrov."

"Killed??" King Harthur said, surprised. "Who are those bold people to tarnish Moldovar's name?"

"Harrison, Lancaster, and Woeffellon... And Jethrov's wife, Iophinea, also added her testimony."

"Did they believe those three?" Harthur was clearly doubtful that those witnesses could be trusted, and his suspicion grew that Moldovar was being framed.

"Is there a problem with those three, my dear husband?" Azonia said, her brow furrowed slightly when she noticed King Harthur was doubtful about those people. "We can't do anything if they testified against Moldovar." Queen Azonia said those words with relief.

"I need to talk to the court!" King Harthur said, standing up again with a determined purpose to talk to the judges.

"For what... To cover up the evil deeds your friend did?" Queen Azonia said.

"I know Moldovar. He wouldn't do that." King Harthur said.