I Think There Is Still a Lingering Fragrance

Reborn as a dandy prince in a parallel world. A series of shit plots about love, hatred, hatred between country and family. . . . . . Ten thousand words are omitted below. Pure field writing, written for fun by myself out of boredom. If it doesn't look good, just draw it over and don't spray it. It's really hard to come up with the word count for the introduction, there are still 21 words left, and now it seems like there are still ten words left, okay, that's enough. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.