In the first life, Gentle Sword Fairy raised a greedy and playful bluegrass, named him, taught him how to recognize objects, and taught him sword skills. The young people I trained are really more and more pleasing to the eye.
I originally thought that the disaster he predicted would have passed before I met him again. But in fact, the real disaster has just begun.
Isn't it a disaster for him?
Concept: sweet love