She is a cursed swordsman who wields the witch's legendary blade;
She is a transformed weapon, slaying shadows with wind and fire.
Three years after the separation of blood, my sister walked alone in the bloody ruins,
My sister killed him in the darkness of the royal capital, thinking that the other party was dead.
Until a battle, a knife that cuts through space, and a pair of reunited eyes——
"Sister, I'm here to protect you."
But in the shadow of the royal capital, there are more than just filthy monsters:
Nobles disguised as humans, magicians controlling puppets, black cats snickering in the shadows...
And the magic knife that shouldn't belong to her was whispering inside her body:
"Let go. Become a witch and you will never lose anyone again."
She didn't let go.
Because she doesn't know yet——
What they stepped on was a chessboard that even the four witches dared not look at;
The chess player, wearing a top hat, was smiling under the night sky of the Royal Capital.
——When curses and bonds are intertwined, when magic swords and storms meet,
The most dangerous thing in the world is never the monster, but you who desperately want to protect someone.
