In that era, the flames of war burned like the karmic fire of hell.
The young heir of Gabrielle silently closed his golden eyes and kissed the picture of his mother.
He was placed under house arrest and sent to the frontline battlefield, where he met a black-haired boy who knew nothing except fighting.
The young lover's flying silver hair, the arrogant major general's scarlet eyes, and the teacher's evil smile in the memory.
He was like a lost lamb, stumbling forward on a complicated thorny road, not knowing the way back.