About

Born luckily into the Imperial bloodline and having overcome all sorts of hardships to grow up, I am now facing the greatest crisis of my life. My country, my homeland. A peaceful land where the eternally prospering sun shines upon every corner of the world, my beloved Sadaltager. It is a name given by the first Emperor, who claimed that on the day of his birth, an angel of Aquarius descended and swore to protect the world. The Empire that bore that name swallowed up all surrounding nations and ruled the world, successfully securing a vast territory comparable to a continent. However, there was a problem: the land expanded solely for resources overlapped perfectly with the natural habitats of monsters. As a result, countless imperial citizens who headed north with dreams lost their lives. It took only three months for the land of hope for the future to turn into a land of despair and sorrow. At that time, a man stepped forward to resolve this situation, and that was the youthful Vincent in his teens. A sword held high toward the sun, charging forward while chanting the Emperor's name. For the next 14 years, he did not return to the Duchy but spent his time on the front lines. He prioritized the safety of the people and remained unshaken even while staining his sword with the blood of monsters. Thanks to the Duke, who did his best without overlooking even a single monster descending toward civilian houses, the North was eventually able to forget the fierce gaze of monsters and achieve reclamation and development. Thus, the name Vincent became one that deserved to be praised as a hero. However, when the 14-year-long bloody extermination of monsters finally ended and the citizens gathered in the streets to welcome the Duke's party lining up toward the Imperial Palace, what they let out was not cheers and admiration, but gasps filled with raw terror. Eyes too fierce to be human, yet too disciplined to be a beast's. The sight of the Duke, who disregarded everything and demanded his partner as a reward from the Imperial Palace, was truly that of a war demon itself. The Emperor had no choice but to suppress the trembling in his voice and give away his daughter. And that daughter who was given away was the Imperial Princess, Guest.