Reinhardt's Sadness

In a lost land called Freedom, souls wander everywhere, some proud and solitary, others filled with sorrow.

"Your name is too long. I don't like it. From now on, you'll be called Valen or Winter." The base commander looked down at Valentina, pressing a toe against her chin. "Pick one."

Valentina Winter Reinhardt, once the crown princess of the Kingdom of Reinhardt, had no choice but to take the name "Winter."

From then on, Winter was simply Winter.

And yet, inside the base...

The base commander, who looked like she was hard to get along with, was always quietly watching Winter, as if she were seeing some old acquaintance through her. Maybe?

Her cellmate started masturbating on the very first day Winter was locked up, making Winter's ears burn. And her cellmate even said she would keep peeping at Winter forever.

Her comrade, who loved reading erotic yuri comics, had all sorts of unrealistic fantasies. She often imagined herself as the heroine of one of those comics, and even planned to make it happen with Winter?

Her loyal maid sneaked into the prison just for the sake of the princess she adored, but seemed to have stirred up some other trouble?

Her worthy nemesis was like an angel out of mythology, singing in an unfamiliar tongue. And she kept saying that she had always been Winter's... wife?!

Winter didn't understand, but she was deeply shaken.

You wicked women, all of you, get away from me!

But Winter, why do you look like you're enjoying this?

Theme: Honor the sky, the sea, mecha, and freedom