A story that takes place in medieval London, with the church as the main line.
The war between the bloodthirsty demon and the ghost slayer has been entangled for thousands of years. Who is right and who is wrong? The victory or defeat is always a difficult question.
A premeditated approach, a love that grows like fate, the same pattern engraved on the earrings and the tail ring.
Originally he was just a helpless orphan. If he hadn't met "him", would he have been doomed to die without any trouble in his life?
With eyes that seemed to penetrate the soul, who was he seeing?
Because others are happy, he will be happy. This is not what "he" should think. Do you make yourself happy by making that person suffer?
There is no hatred, only reluctance and compassion...
The threads of fate are tangled and tangled, forming a web that no one can see through...