Maybe it was a mistake from the beginning.
No one could have imagined that the power of love can be so great, or that one person's obsession with another person can be so deep.
He would personally chop off the heads of his siblings for him, and he would tell the most inspiring lies to his partners for him.
Twins in the mirror, forbidden lovers.
Brother, subordinate, lover, chess piece. He has played too many roles for him, the turning point of Seirin, the assassin of Generation of Miracles, wearing a beautiful mask and speaking kind words.
He loves him, and he will irrigate the soil with the blood of his companions, as long as his lover is happy, as long as the noble emperor gives the order.
Maybe this goes against his own character, maybe it goes against his own ideals, but after all, he will still bow before the emperor.
He loved him so much.
But this is wrong.
What he fell in love with was a twin who was born into one body.
A gentle, caring, thoughtful, and dedicated angel; a sinister, sinister, and egoistic devil.
Akashi, Seijuro.
"Choose, Tetsuya."
"The two of us."
"Who can survive?"
No matter which one is a king, no matter which one is so in love that they can't wait to become one with their lover.
No matter who it is, they will hold their lover in their arms, step on the blood-stained white roses and red roses, transcending morality, blood,
Then King comes.
