When I woke up again, I found that I was no longer myself. From today on, I have to live carefully as another person.
But in this world where there are no friends, no acquaintances, just strangeness, coldness, and confusion, there is a person who has been loving me with everything he has and with his country.
He is my brother and the current emperor. It turns out that life is a real joke. The name is close at hand, but disappears at the end of the world.
Until one day, the two of us finally abandoned the world of mortals, and after experiencing many hardships, we looked up to the sky and smiled.
He said to me: "A painting stained with blood is no match for a little cinnabar between your eyebrows. I am willing to devote all the world to you."
It turned out that everything was not just a myth. I turned my head slightly and just looked at him, holding my chin and smiling softly.