Being born a Galatea is sinful, but I still have a choice. I could escape and hide forever, or I could bear everything and live to atone for my sins. Kaiilanza, let me be your sword and let us kill this troubled world together!
A letter from a person who should not exist in the world, a dream that reincarnates endlessly every night, an undead soul forgotten in the end... As the secrets are revealed one by one, where should the golden king go? The bird with white wings died under the moon-white tree, still whispering free songs before death. Only the wind and the strings in the forest still tinkled, reminding people not to forget.
Purpose: But love and freedom are eternal issues