Standing on the city wall, she wore a black dress and held a velvet scimitar stained with blood. Her crimson eyes looked calmly at the pain and ferocity under the city wall, but tears fell silently to the ground along her beautiful face. It's a sweltering summer solstice, but there's snow all over the land. She is a myth on the battlefield, just because she made a deal with the devil and became a bloodthirsty devil with only five years to live. For him, who was wearing a white dress under the flower tree and playing the piano. She exchanged her life for him to be free from injury and illness, and to have peace in his country. Even if he was wearing a red robe and looking happy just to marry her, and even if he was deeply misunderstood, he would not listen to any of her excuses. The flowers bloomed and faded, and the leaves fell. She fell asleep in her wedding dress with tears in her eyes, and heard a whisper in her ear: "Don't let me go..."
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
