The story of a moaning little queen and an expressionless steward
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Everyone says that the little queen of the Iris family who came to the throne at the age of fifteen is a heretic.
She is cruel, she is absurd, she is evil
So the nobles and the church joined forces to attack the queen
The fate of the empire is on the gambling table
And now, one month away from her twentieth birthday, the final judgment is about to come.
Everyone must bet their fate on the gambling table, either the nobility or the church
Only he, starting from one dusk, picked up the wreath in her hand
Then he used everything he had to bet on the little queen who had already been eliminated.
"I will never let the last iris die before midsummer comes."
This is a two-way rush to death in the countdown to the fate of the empire.
Intention: What you hear is false, what you see is true
