Angelina, become a guardian and come back to see me - this is what Sisyphus said to her at that time.
Angelina, who was born to be favored by plants, came to the sanctuary under the protection of the Pope and swore an oath with the warmth and eternity she saw for the first time - I will devote my lifelong loyalty to you, Athena.
With the Pisces Golden Saint as her life goal, becoming the thorn guarding the throne of God is the meaning of her life.
After eight years of hard work, she has more talent than her senior brother
Lost everything overnight
The poisonous blood of Pisces that she regarded as pride was completely wiped out, and she was so easily pulled from the golden holy dress to the abyss.
But in the twists and turns in the Pope's Hall, she gained a new identity that she would never acknowledge in her lifetime.
No, this shouldn't be my destiny
Albafica, do you think you won?
The mysterious shadow of Eris, the shadow half that absorbs the growth of her hatred, the cruel truth that she missed the Holy Cloth, the companion who had no time to say goodbye, the lover who suddenly left, the responsibility that cannot be shied away, and the last touch of sarcasm on the corner of Pluto's mouth.
It wasn't until the moment when the end came that she realized how wonderful it was to live and die together.
Saint Seiya LC Pluto myth derivative fanfic, respect the original work, the protagonist does not have a golden finger
Disclaimer: The character of the protagonist Angelina is not a lovable character in a broad sense, nor is she a conventional Saint Seiya. Eat with caution.
It is a story that begins seven or eight years before the Holy War.
Intention: Loyalty without regrets, destiny beyond control
