A kind-hearted and plain-tempered violinist with a bit of a holy father × a romantic and dissolute prince with a bit of a psychopath
(Attack unknown)
A young violinist who had just entered the capital met a somewhat insane prince because of a broken violin. He regarded him as a confidant, but as a confidant, he left without leaving a letter. It was not until they met again that he discovered that the identity he had given him was all false...
And his true identity is also being revealed step by step, and protection becomes the reason for escape. How true is love and how false is it?
Purpose: Growth and some values