[Contains a fake harem confrontation + male rivalry, a murky, obsessive atmosphere, and possibly scenes where characters vanish without explanation. There may be a male-ghost vibe. This is an otome story. All swords from Honmaru A089 are included, even the tantou and the father. The heroine and the swords are morally gray, not good people in the absolute sense. Please read with caution.]
*As time and space intertwine, none of us are who we once were.*
The story begins when a little fox leaps onto the windowsill.
"Mm-hmm! I'm Konnosuke from A089. Would you like to become our Saniwa?"
Was Saionji Nozomi a child born of love...?
It doesn't matter anymore.
Because she can clearly sense...
Hanasaki Aoi is loved by many people, both in the past and in the future.
But...
Hasn't this gotten a little out of hand!?
Looking at the swords, who seem to be in seriously poor mental health, Aoi purses her lips.
What else can she do? She has to spoil her own swords.
Okay, okay, most of the other articles I saw have been discontinued, so it's rare to update them😄 Just keep updating it
I just want no pigeons, I don't want to eat half of the food and have the food taken away (I hugged the crescent moon and wailed: Grandpa, they will run out of food, right?)