This is a world where the Net King and the Guardian coexist.
The corners of Hinamori Aki's lips slowly raised, looking at the energetic but slightly reluctant expressions of her friends, she faintly murmured: sayounala
Yukimura Seiichi's eyes were warm and nostalgic, looking at the cherry-haired girl with a slight smile but an imposing manner not far away.
The national competition began, and the handsome young man sitting on the coach's chair had an anxious look in his beautiful kite-purple eyes.
The girl who had been hiding in the dark finally appeared. She was dressed in white, with black hair and eyes like moist black crow feathers. She was originally delicate and pretty, but under the sleeves of her white clothes were not human hands, but a pair of skeleton hand bones.
She looked at the panting cherry-haired girl running towards her, with an expression on her face that looked like a smile, but also like anger.
"Welcome... Princess Naiya..."
The author is a novice, so here are the key words: Charles IX, a technology powerful enough to rival aliens.
The male lead has been decided, and he will be partial to the sea!