Blurb:
A noble duke, an elegant and charming gentleman, an all-capable alchemist, a genius potion maker. Behind these supposed honors, how much responsibility does he carry unwillingly, yet have no choice but to bear?
This time, Gerlo Donnas cannot run away. With a sprig of mithril grass, a symbol of hope, in his hand, he wavers between the greater good and his own desires. In the end, he still sets out on this difficult but not solitary path of arranging the formation.
Erhe Children's Shoes, come on, come on, come on^0^~I will definitely support you! Always! Hehehe~