Within the city-state in the context of Western Europe in the 19th century.
Magician Luna Novis is writing the contract spell for the Capital Theatre. She couldn't tell what the problem was and she needed to get into the situation herself.
"You don't need to continue setting the scene. Make up the knight in the script. Come and play against me."
Not far behind, the white ball of light collapsed and reorganized in a very short moment, transforming into a male figure wearing dark clothing.
Her long silver-white hair was spread behind her shoulders, making her face look particularly quiet.
"To Master Luna Novis..."
"What I protect is you... As a 'person' rather than a 'tool'."
"…Out of love."
There was a brief pause. The air seemed to thicken.
"Love."
"... Love."
"…………Love."
"Now, you know. You can destroy it, use it... Dispose of your belongings, Master."
She spoke the next line with a tremor in her voice: "I don't believe it. Unless you kiss me."
"As you wish."
He kissed her.
"My... Luna."
"Hervag..."
She read out his name, which seemed to have been determined long ago.
In the hazy moonlight and night wind, in the trance gap, his silver hair fell on her shoulders, glowing coldly under the moonlight.
*The master of the magician who is bright and shiny on the outside but sensitive and fragile on the inside×The silver-haired man who kneels to exercise sovereignty while retreating.
*Reincarnation and multiple versions of the male protagonist.
*Master and servant, magic, machinery and other elements.
*Fantasy space, multi-layered nested meta-narrative.
Concept: An exploration of human and non-human emotions, using light and romantic magic elements. *A metaphor for the emotional relationship of modern human-computer interaction.
