As the young girl ascended step by step to the altar, the people behind her bowed in worship, bathed in the light of the scepter. But the girl standing alone at the summit chose death without hesitation a hundred years later. The king's loneliness, the constraints of the rules, and a love she could never attain all shaped the world as it was today.
Theme:
Pass by, scatter flowers, leave a claw, and cheers~~
Not bad, a bunch of flowers, keep up the good work~