[Posted once before]
The thousand-year glory of an ancient kingdom is gradually fading, and God's curse is spreading through its provinces.
So the count embraces the faith of the Moon and goes to war in the wilderness.
"They say the horror of birth brought darkness, and that's why she longs so desperately for the warmth of death..."
"She came from the distant homeland of the elves, covered in wounds, hoping to find a grave of her own in the human world..."
"..."
The story goes on, and by now he has many people by his side.
*Well, that's it.
