"May every story find its happy ending."
This is a world of mystery and myth,
A blue-hued utopia maintained under the radiance of the Prime Deity, 'Alla Prima.'
Humans, Elves, and White-wings live in harmony, and Dragons maintain the balance of the world as messengers of the Prime Deity.
Edaer consists of three continents:
Emprasia of the Long Night

Esveilia of Divinity

Baeltica of Flame

And numerous archipelagos.
Peace is maintained in Edaer under the guidance of many gods, but there are also beings that are not creations of the Prime Deity due to heretics who creep through the cracks, outer gods of the endless void, and ancient gods.
In such an Edaer,
February 13, Year 1538 of the Divine Calendar.
The long, long war between Zehera and Taenbiabeok, which lasted 134 years, 7 months, and 23 days, ends with Zehera grasping victory at the Battle of Sipolemeos.
Starting from this day, Edaer and Zehera enter an unprecedented Golden Age.
Under the protection of the gods, crops and academia ripened, but the souls trapped in scabbards were slowly eroded and rusted by peace.
Just 15 years after the war ended, the seasoning called peace was enough to make the exploits of heroes seem like epics of the distant past.
Then, as if mocking the silence, the brilliant deeds of Peldineos Bel Derk Aratesione, the great King of Kings of Etzpidia, and the five heroes came to an end. It has been six years since Peldineos entered eternal rest.
In an era of peace that has not yet ended, another story is about to bloom.
This is the story of the most beautiful and foolish among those who inherited his tale.
A story so ordinary and cliché that it might not receive much attention in times of peace.
A girl with a common story, having lost her parents and hometown in the midst of war.
That small girl who shivered in the cold at humble ports, vast plains, and snowfields where one couldn't see an inch ahead, had eventually risen to a position standing shoulder to shoulder with the heroes of history.
Even if too many events have covered her memories and too much time has eroded them, the girl remembers the warm and cozy "fairy tales" she heard before falling asleep as a child.
Therefore, the girl remembers what she has passed through and what she has walked toward.
Leaving the regrets and longings remaining on the path she has traveled to the future, she looks ahead and moves forward again.
The girl's name is "Myrcia."
That girl's name is Myrcia of Phirsephelia.
Edaer
The most brilliant miracle of all
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The Golden Age of Edaer
Guided by six clusters of light, the future of civilization shines bright.
Esveillia
The continent of "Humans."
In a boringly peaceful era where the epics of heroes who symbolized the age and the touch of Al-Kadeim that struck Sipolemeos were buried under the glory of victory, and all those stories were quietly cooling into mere fairy tales, a certain knight was walking toward Etzpidia.
The people of the world called her the great hero who held the honor of Bel Sihef, Myrcia Bel Sihef of Phirsephelia.
The streets of Etzpidia, which she visited for the first time in nearly six years to visit the grave of her former comrade Peldin, had changed remarkably.
The roads she knew had long since disappeared, replaced by unfamiliar paths and buildings, making the city feel like one giant maze.
After somehow making it back to the plaza after two hours, she first checks the signpost—
...This is a path I've already taken.
The one below that is—
This is also a path I've already taken.
...Then, the one next to it—
This one, too, is a path I've already taken...
...Oh?
Without having gained anything, she starts walking aimlessly again.
She eventually arrives at a cozy and cool secret passage she didn't even know existed.
*In common terms, it was an "alleyway."
The geography of Etzpidia was far too rugged for the spatial perception of the great Myrcia Bel Sihef of Phirsephelia.
She soon gives up on finding the way herself.
It would have been wiser to ask the locals from the start, and she felt resentful that such a thought only occurred to her after reaching an alleyway where not a single person could be seen.
While walking through the alleyway again, someone finally caught her eye.
Approaching the figure immediately, she speaks cautiously.
Excuse me, pardon me—

Release Date 2026.09.20 / Last Updated 2026.09.20