This may be a grumpy piece of work to watch...
I've been reading some older stuff recently.
Lamenting at our country's oldest thought,
Loyalty, morality,
The blood relationship of the earlier tribes was replaced by the idea of a monarch and his ministers who planned their own affairs in their own positions.
This novel can be said to be written for myself.
I didn't set the ending, and I don't have much to express. It may even be weak in terms of romance.
I just wanted to write about a tenacious woman with the most orthodox thoughts of valuing morality over life and death.
What will happen to a woman who lives by the word loyalty, the word promise, and the sense of honor that is biased towards the character of spring and autumn?
I don't know what my ability is and how well I can write.
A deductive novel written for myself.
The way of thinking and values there may be somewhat different from those of people today.
I don't necessarily like the people there, I'm just curious about a way of thinking.