My Lord, How Can You Be So Stunning?

He is no king or emperor, and she is no noblewoman or general's daughter. He is determined to win back his freedom; she is determined to return to the past.

She accompanies him on his search and joins him on his adventures, helping him regain his freedom and bask in the sunlight once more. But little by little, she is shocked by the mystery surrounding his origins.

She is real, strong-willed, and full of character, neither arrogant nor melodramatic. She doesn't like being apart, doesn't like farewells, and has no time for misunderstandings or pointless drama.

The useless legitimate daughter becomes an opinionated, unique Virgo, an "annoying woman." Yet in his eyes, she stands out above all others, irreplaceable.

Jet-black hair, glossy and smooth as ink, cascades down. A brilliant scarlet robe flutters in the air, fiery red as a demon's. Her slender, fair fingers hold a delicate little red paper umbrella. She appears before her from high above, left eye closed, right eye half-open, looking down at her lazily, haughty and indifferent.

"Hmph, you brat. Have you ever seen anyone more beautiful than me?"

Great clusters of blood-red poppies bloom brilliantly all around him, spreading in every direction like blood flowing for a thousand miles: bewitching, eerie, gorgeous, and alluring.

When the peerlessly stunning him meets the unparalleled her, and he promises her a lifetime of devoted love, can she still put aside his deep affection and give up what she has now?