She, a charlatan killer, killed countless people.
Rouge is blood. I have always been called monster, witch, and Shura.
He was the only one who called her name so seriously and gently. She loved being comfortable and carefree with him.
But he has the world in mind, and there is no room for her.
Two extreme people met because of a conspiracy that had already been set up.
She was burdened with blood debts, and he was burdened with the peace of the border.
It was impossible to fall in love simply from the beginning. Now, there is always one person who has to make a decision.
With a sweet smile, he still had to raise the Shura Sword after all.