A poisonous flower growing wantonly in the center of power
A cold blade tempered in the wind and snow at the border
Fate forcibly binds them together, destined to be a fierce and dangerous dance.
"Isn't it good to be by my side?"
"... Bastard thing."
[The bastard crazily criticized the emperor's attack × the cold and ascetic general suffered]
Determination: Can't retreat, can't ask for anything