She is beautiful and cold. From a distance, she looks like a ballerina in a music box spinning music in the windows of high-end stores filled with the smell of perfume. There is a warm fragrance inside the store, but the temperature outside the store and the light reflected from the glass windows are cold, bone-chilling.
This was Verbatir's first impression of Lovely.
I didn't kill Lovely, Akachi said. He turned the gold ring with brilliant gemstones that was cold and exuding blazing light, feeling a little ridiculous, "Everything in the world is killing her, even a heavy rain in London, the fragrance wafting from an ordinary perfume shop in France... Are killing her."
"She was born to die."
"Death is her liberation and her destiny."
(Widow Duchess t×Beautiful Courtesan p)
(It's he, don't worry)
It's a Western fantasy with a bit of cyberpunk. The names of the countries in it are all made up by the author. Don't believe it, just watch it for fun.
Intention: Oh, no
One Prisoner Makes Two
Kehuaishan