On the execution ground at the city gate, there was a young man.
A child tugged at the hem of the adult's clothes: "Dad, why did your majesty kill my brother?"
"Because that brother wants to kill Your Majesty."
"But..."
The man took the glass of wine and saluted in the direction of the emperor. He smiled, mockingly.
The emperor returned the favor with a glass of wine.
The two of them raised their glasses at the same time.
The man could no longer stand and knelt down, seemingly poisoned. Then his head hit the ground heavily.
People watched it with relish, feeling happy in their hearts.
It seemed that the man was unforgivable.
The innocent child doesn't know why.
"But His Majesty seems to be very reluctant to let go of my brother."
People imagine stories, create stories, praise love, but do not accept love.
It wasn't until the man died that everyone went back to their homes. After they dispersed, the emperor ran to the field and hugged the beautiful but cold body.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
He cried loudly and looked embarrassed, as if he wanted everyone to know that the emperor cared about the assassin.
The emperor hated himself, hated himself for not hiding him well, hated himself for not confessing to him, hated himself for being the king of a country, above all others.
I hate that I didn't give him my life.
Many years later, the emperor held the well-preserved body and fell asleep peacefully.
"I love you."
Golden Crow West Frontier, I can't wake up from this sleep.
The emperor is 75 years old and the assassin is always 25 years old.
Who will remember the execution ground at the city gate, where the emperor was crying for the assassin.
Thousands of years later, will this tragedy continue?
They will meet again.
Concept: The love between the emperor and the assassin