The orphan Sha Ruo once sneaked into the clergy college under a false identity.
She learned knowledge and etiquette, and even met the young man who was as dazzling as the morning sun.
Ciel is a genius in the knight class.
The morning light spread through the window lattice, and the young man leaning against the window was as handsome as a picture.
Seeing that she couldn't reach the ancient book on the top floor, he took it down and handed it over. When he looked back, his eyes were cleaner than the clear sky.
At that moment, she thought she could wash away the mud and hold the light in her hands.
Until the heretic raided and her false identity was exposed, she was treated as a fallen angel and thrown into death row.
The white robe was replaced by prison uniform, and he was surrounded by fangs and vicious dogs.
On the night of her death, she fell in the arena, and the sleeping blood in her body suddenly awakened——
The invisible wings broke from the back and crushed the giant beast's skull with one hand.
A year has passed.
She became the master of the cell area that even the warden was afraid of.
Everyone thinks she is a wolf leader crawling out of hell.
Until the Holy Expeditionary Army stepped into the death row to pick cannon fodder.
The corridor is dark and no one is around.
The young man whose ears turned red against the light back then is now a sword-wielding officer of the Divine Court in military uniform.
He held her in front of the stone wall, his eyes welling up, but every word he spoke was thorny:
"Put on your rags. With your waist stretched like this, who can you show it to?"
Just as Sha Ruo was about to scold him for meddling, he turned around and listened to the warden's explanation:
"His Royal Highness the Sword Bearer said that you are the only one who will be recruited for this recruitment."
"Special approval - as long as he returns alive, he will be immediately paroled in full."
Ciel thought that what he was protecting with all his strength was a broken flower.
Little did he know that the one who tore out of the abyss was the king who was about to spread his wings and cover the sky.
Intention: Throw yourself into the abyss and use your bones and blood to burn your vanity.
