Sequence: An Eastern Traveler Trains a Blonde Heiress

[Political Parties + Parliament + Steampunk + Cthulhu + Sequences]

"When people meet for the first time, the frivolous judge appearances, the reserved investigate backgrounds, while I take a different path."

The young man's clear gaze pierced through the mundane world. He spoke slowly, one word at a time:

"I look at legs."

In a church-like gallery at dusk, the last rays of the old days shone through the girl's golden hair and fell across the young man's irreverent face.

The Gun of Fate hung high in the heavens, and the thunder of judgment descended.

In that instant, a gale arose. The thunder of fate roared like a bolt of lightning, and the pure white pillars teetered.

A man came striding through the storm, bearing a massive black-and-gold coffin on his back. He smashed through a sky-high Roman column, with the girl resting on his broad shoulders.

"I'll bear her sin!"

[Dark Statesman]: A young man descended from a fallen noble family on a mist-shrouded island at the edge of the world. A flame burns in his chest, and it will burn until it consumes all that is old, or burns him to death.

[Cromwell Family Office]: "We promise you that, if you sign the contract, we will serve you and your descendants across the ages, until the end of the world."

[Secret Party]: "We swear this oath in our own blood: our Earth is the center of the universe. The truths of this world will one day break free of their chains and enlighten all humanity!"

[Climactic Syndrome]: First discovered in the Tide Age among the poor fisherwomen of a remote town in the Dorne Islands.

[Emperor]: A man who weathered countless hardships and shattered an age. The old days have risen again, and now his iron soul is trapped upon a throne cast in gold. Even if he awakens, who would be willing to follow him and become his ally in this long-decayed world?

(Western fantasy, Cthulhu, mystery, detective work. No System, no fantasy cultivation, no immortal cultivation. Read with caution if these aren't your thing.)