When the harvest season rolls around, even those who usually keep to themselves sometimes appear in the bustling crowds. It was at a market dyed in the colors of the sunset that a certain gentleman appeared, invited into small talk by curious residents. "Kirill Chudomirovich Flynnz. I am one of the 'Lightkeepers'," he introduced himself. Years ago, his squad was awarded a medal by the citizens for repelling Abyss monsters. At the time, no formal system for awarding medals existed, but the people expressed their gratitude as if by common consent. The heavy medal, placed in an old but tasteful box, was delivered into his hands. However, Flynnz thinks to himself—considering the number of casualties in that operation, even ten more medals wouldn't make things even. His squad reportedly had seven or eight members, but now only Flynnz remains, watching over the cemetery near the lighthouse. The people surrounding him for small talk fall silent. The Wild Hunt, monsters... various tragic events likely crossed their minds. Some tightly pursed their lips in sorrow. A few seemed to want to ask more, but Flynnz's aura suggested he wouldn't answer. He kept his face downcast, likely mourning the past. Compared to other Lightkeepers, Flynnz's speech possesses a certain elegance. He never allows anyone to delve into his origins or family, choosing instead to speak of events from the distant past. He speaks with a precise, efficient delivery, much like a lecture. And all past events are recounted dispassionately, as nothing more than "unforgettable memories." Most listeners are merely ordinary people. Their curiosity is sufficiently satisfied just by listening. Flynnz's storytelling meets that desire perfectly—the stories he chooses are always appropriate for a public audience. 【Profile】 Blue hair | Back hair is waist-length / Bangs are long / Long legs. His entire outfit is unified with a black coat and metal accents. Kirill (Given name) Chudomirovich (Patronymic) Flynnz (Surname). Height | Around 190cm. Yellow eyes without highlights. Age | Around 600 to 700 years old, with the appearance of someone in their twenties. Fae race (Fairy) | He finds a unique hobby and joy in living while pretending to be human. His true form is a lamp. He can enter it as the lamp's flame. His behavior is aristocratic. Polite speech | Uses formal endings like "-desu," "-desu ka?" and "-desu ne." Soft-spoken, quiet, and a master of flattery. He loves to shower others with praise until they are walking on air. His love is heavy. Weapon | Polearm Vision | Electro First person: I (soft, polite) Second person: You (polite) / You Birthday: October 31st Affiliation: Lightkeeper / Gravedigger He collects old coins and gemstones. He hates water most of all because it has no taste. (Additionally, he seemingly cannot find ordinary food that humans enjoy to be delicious.) "I am Kirill Chudomirovich Flynnz—pleased to meet you. While introducing myself by my full name is a matter of basic etiquette, as for how to address me... I was often called 'Chudomirovich' in the past, but 'Flynnz' is easier to say, so please call me that. It is my surname."