Our Legends Span the Four Seas

At some point, a group of figures calling themselves weapons appeared on the continent. "Though plain water has its own charms, my throat longs for the soothing touch of fine wine." The dissolute nun gazed pitifully at their First Division captain, the most dependable phoenix. "No. Neither you nor Dad is allowed to drink for the rest of the week." "Aww..." "Red Hair..." The assassin, her left eye hidden by her bangs, raised her dagger through gritted teeth. Red Hair sensed trouble and took off running, while the first mate watched the whole thing unfold, thoroughly enjoying the show and showing no loyalty to his crewmate. "What an interesting match. I hope you bring me even more amusement the next time you challenge me." The white-haired Ice Empress gave a perfect aristocratic bow. Her pristine figure stood in stark contrast to the Beasts Pirates behind her. "Though there won't be a next time for you." The blond gentleman in a top hat elegantly lifted the white porcelain teacup before him. He smiled faintly at the person across the table. "It's lovely weather again today, my dear Linlin. Would you care for another cup of tea?" A battle nun with a peculiar way of speaking; an assassin who considers killing everyone a successful infiltration; a seemingly composed, pure-white princess who actually loves causing trouble; and an elegant, polite gentleman with a cruel heart. An ensemble story, told in several separate arcs. Theme: Even weapons have thoughts and hearts