Sword and Rose

Among the jobs that Arthur Stonehelm took over, escorting a noble lady was the simplest kind - deliver her to Canglan City, take the money and leave. Until it wasn't the robbers who were chasing her, but the Knights Templar. Elinor Rose hid for five years. Hiding ancient blood, hiding identity, hiding more and more burn marks on my wrists. Her rose magic can save people - at the cost of burning an inch of her body every time she uses it. Then he sat at the door of the inn all night clutching the badge left by his father. Then she staked her life on a road no one had traveled before. Not a love story. They are two people who no longer want to care, and are forced by each other to start caring again. The sword is in hand. The rose is in the blood. Swords can be broken, but roses never wither.