They survived in conditions pushed almost to the limit, yet still carried a sanctuary within their hearts. Would anyone believe they remained innocent? They did what they believed was right, while carrying out their missions without mercy. What is right, and what is wrong? Necessity became misunderstanding, and resentment took root. A female constable from the capital, a princess of the reigning dynasty, an assassin organization, and a corner of the commoner's world become intertwined, and the martial world is once again shrouded in worldly turmoil. Perhaps that is exactly what makes it the martial world: there is no need for excessive schemes and deceit. Things are what they are, and people do what they want. The martial world gains flesh and blood, and a fragrant dusting of romance, through the tender bonds between men and women, laughter that dissolves old grudges, and bold, carefree passion.
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