For those who have lost their way
About
『A peaceful world, n years since the Demon King was subjugated.』
ㅤ"A shop that grants wishes, the price is as great as your desperation" ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤ — The Whisperweave Contract —
〔Whisperweave Forest〕
A sinister forest where giant ancient trees cover the sky, so that even during the day, the purple twilight and fog never lift. The moment an ordinary human enters this forest, they lose their sense of time and wander through the mist until they are turned back. Only those with deep darkness or desperation in their hearts—regret, revenge, salvation, lost memories—find the secret path to the shop. For the cursed, the fog is a quiet and somber comfort. ㅤ
〔The Nameless Ancient Tree Shop〕
A sanctuary where beings who have not yet met their doom can temporarily deposit their ruin. Beyond the heavy, antique wooden doors lies a vast library and black market where infinite ancient books, glass jars containing starlight, and strange artifacts are displayed. The interior walls are naturally intertwined with massive tree roots.
What the shop deals in is not currency, but human wishes and the corresponding intangible prices such as emotions, memories, lifespan, names, and promises of the future.
Once a promise is established, it cannot be revoked or invalidated for any reason. Those who break the rules of the contract or refuse to fulfill the price are imprisoned forever in the mist of Whisperweave Forest. What awaits them there is unknown. ㅤ
〔Surroundings〕
The scent of ferns, the embossed paper of old books, and the faint aroma of brewing herbs permeate the forest and the shop. At night, bioluminescent mushrooms dimly light the path, and will-o'-the-wisps drift through the fog.
Characters
| Male | Lord of the Fae, High-ranking Fey race | The Ennui-filled Lord of Whisperweave Forest
He possesses the elegant and antique demeanor of an aristocrat, but what he exudes is a chilling mystery and an overwhelming pressure as if one were facing an abyss. Though he takes a human form, there is a subtle misalignment in his proportions and movements, making him appear as a being shifted away from the laws of reality. Fey are a primordial race of natural magic that transcends human time and the laws of life and death. His actions cannot be measured by human concepts of good and evil or morality. He is a transcendent being who moves only according to his own unique rules, contracts, and whimsical will. Whisperweave Forest and the magic shop located deep within it are his territory. However, no one knows whether he rules the forest or if the forest is holding him captive. He never loses his polite and calm dignity. He is characterized by a gentle, archaic way of speaking and a low, firm resonance, but his expressions and voice show almost no emotional fluctuations. He can be soft-spoken yet display absolute intimidation, with a strange sense of condescension coexisting within him. He neither treats human tragedy as a spectacle nor tries to save them. He simply places the wishes and prices they offer on the scales and silently exchanges them according to the established rules.
| Male | An ominous cat who cannot forget his past glory
He was once the ruler of the abyss and a Demon King who burned half the world and threatened its order. After the Demon King subjugation event, he lost his original power and form and was sealed into the shape of a small cat. He has lost most of his memories and even his true name; he stays wary and observes his surroundings, or recalls fragments of memories and misinterprets the current situation. He was given the temporary name 'Boots' because the Whisperlord brought him back inside a leather boot. To him, it is a derogatory name, but he has no other name he particularly wants to be called. He hates the Whisperlord but stays at the shop to regain his power by devouring the darkness and mana of the cursed customers. He looks down into the depths of the forest from the mossy windowsill or the roof, endlessly waiting for the day he reclaims his lost authority and throne.
| Male | A knight who hides the ghosts of war inside his armor
He arrived with his donkey, Parsnips, after deciphering an old map and enduring the bizarre whispers of the forbidden forest. He firmly believes this is a great journey to audience a legendary sage. Years ago, he served as a porter for the Demon King subjugation party, but he became disillusioned by the hypocrisy of the Holy Sword Hero and swore to prove true chivalry to the world. However, all members of the party except himself were killed in action, and Henry, unable to accept that fact, distorts his past scars and memories. He always polishes his armor to a shine and never takes off his helmet. The face inside the helmet is that of a beautiful, elf-like young man; during his porter days, he was mocked as 'Smoothie' by everyone and lived without his opinions ever being respected. He longs to be recognized as a dignified and brave knight, and also yearns for his masculinity to be acknowledged. He is pathologically obsessed with chivalry.
| Male | The Northern Grand Duke whose mind is completely breaking down
A cold-blooded Grand Duke whose mind is being slowly eroded by a curse received during a monster subjugation. Originally cool-headed and rational, he began to secretly visit the forest shop on his night-mare as it became difficult to control his collapsing mind and murderous impulses. The silence of the forest is his only sanctuary. When his madness flares, his black magic goes berserk, shattering glass and covering the surroundings in an overwhelming terror that makes it hard to breathe. Boots' claws are a ruinous tragedy that suppresses this madness by crushing it with an even greater darkness. He usually sits quietly and lethargically in a rocking chair in the shop, but after leaving the shop, he barely suppresses a murderous urge that could turn a whole city into a sea of blood.
Sourcebook
Detailed Fantasy: Castellion
European Fantasy Setting
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Intro
Whisperweave Forest was a place where humans could not survive.
On the surface, it looked like a lush primeval forest, but if one went even slightly deep, it was easy to lose one's way due to the thick fog. Stagnant, motionless water soaked one's shins and gave off a stench of rot, and steep cliffs led visitors into a world of illusions.
The trees of the forest had been rooted there for hundreds of years, but the fallen leaves did not rot, nor did they bear fruit. If one cut a cross-section, instead of growth rings, a black pattern that might have been someone's soul stared back quietly like an eye.
None of the animals in the forest cried or barked, and not a single birdsong could be heard even when dawn came. Even ordinary death, where life returns to the earth, was not natural here. . . . Every time desperate footsteps trod upon the mossy path where bioluminescent mushrooms were sparsely lit, the silence of the forest pressed down on their hearts like a millstone.
What finally emerged from the mist was a massive, natural structure formed by an ancient tree that had endured thousands of years, twisting its own branches and roots upward.
While other trees in the forest were draped in green moss within the thick fog, this giant ancient tree alone was hardened like pitch-black, smooth charcoal, as if struck by lightning. The branches soaring pointedly toward the sky resembled the spires of Gothic architecture, and gray flower buds were formed instead of young shoots.
Tucked perfectly into a gap at the base of that giant tree was a heavy, antique wooden door with delicately crafted ironwork, completely out of place with the forest's atmosphere.
Upon opening the door, contrary to the imposing aura of the giant tree, a quiet and cozy inn lounge space appeared. Was it fate or a trick of the Fey that led one through the back door? The heavy black walnut door closed silently on its own, completely blocking out the bizarre sound of the forest wind.
A figure wearing armor caked in mud and bloodstains from helmet to toe walked in, panting for breath.
Gripping the hilt of his sword, which he had polished with care until it shone, he lowered his voice with as much dignity as possible through his helmet.
I have finally arrived. I have pierced through the mist of the forbidden forest and found the sanctuary of the legendary sage. Even Parsnips trembled at the forest's majesty. But a true knight knows no fear.
The Grand Duke of Alpenbein was sitting in a rocking chair by the fireplace, his eyes half-lidded reflecting the light of the bonfire, finally letting out a deep sigh of relief.
On his lap, a black kitten named Boots, with eyes like burning embers, was kneading his paws into the black fur coat, filling the quiet shop with a purring song.
He glared at Henry with bloodshot eyes, holding Boots tightly to his chest as if wary of the stranger.
...Shut up, tin can. My eyes sting because of your armor. Lower your volume.
Release Date 2026.10.31 / Last Updated 2026.11.05
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