The only strange thing about the mid-level mercenaries wandering on the Staring Continent is that they bring a petrol bottle
The iron-fisted king who dominates the continent becomes an overlord who becomes desolate wherever he is angry.
Two parallel lines intersect because of a gorgeous and bloody dance
The looming department store owner, the shady prince in the staff council, the beggar boy with the eye of domination, more and more people are caught in an intertwined web
When the memories are slowly revealed, when the bonds are slowly deepened, then
——Dead knot.