Smoke filled the air, and competitors of the same race fell one after another.
And she, the future Saint Guard, will never fall!
After passing the cruel trial, she was finally able to silently protect the saint.
After exploring along the way, she met a friend who had the same lofty ambitions as hers, although he was a little short. Is this fate or disaster?
Friendly reminder: I came up with this story during my late self-study after a torturous lecture. I have drawn all the characters and have been working on it for half a year. Okay.
Purpose: Cherish what you have and everything you have ever had