In the Suzaku Kingdom, which has been shrouded under the spell barrier and the iron law of assassins all year round, the last bloodline of the Golden Lotus tribe - Kate Leah, is just a "gravel-level" chess piece running for food. The molten gold eyes reflected no warmth, only the coldness of survival and the malice of the world.
When a low-level assassination order threw her into the freezing purgatory of the North Sea, before the blood of the mission target "Skull Crusher" solidified on the snow, a deeper "trouble" crashed into her world——
Trafalgar D. Wattier Rowe. He had just lost everything, suffered from fatal platinum lead disease, and his soul was crushed by hatred and despair, like an empty shell walking in a snowstorm.
The assassin's law screams in his mind: turn around and leave! Pity is poison! **
However, the frozen tears on the boy's face were like a key, suddenly poking open the same cold corner deep in Leah's memory... The self huddled at the end of the garbage alley, abandoned by the world.
So, under the howling wind and the lead-gray snow covering the sky, the lone assassin of the Suzaku Kingdom took off his thermostatic cloak, and with his surprisingly thin back, he carried another "monster" sentenced to death by the world.
On the snowfield, embers burned slightly. A golden lotus destined to bloom in the dark night did not turn into a sharp blade for the first time, but stretched out a warm thread to the frozen soil. Two broken souls touched each other's cold edges in an unexpected way at this cruel starting point called the "Grand Line." Is their encounter the beginning of redemption or the prelude to a bigger storm?
Purpose: fanfiction
