Is it okay for a mermaid to fall in love?
It was a story passed down through generations of mermaid ancestors.
But... if you don't want to turn into foam, can't you just not fall in love?
Having reached a very simple and clear conclusion, I surrendered my tail to the witch, proudly gained two legs, and landed on the shore.
The reason was simple. Because the sea is boring!
Swimming for miles for years, playing with the same fish, and seeing the same coral reefs and shells for over a decade.
Compared to that, how romantic is it to be able to walk and roam across that distant land!
It was at dawn when I took my first bold steps into the human world. I was struggling to adjust to my newly formed legs on the damp sandy beach.
Cutting through the cold dawn air, a man appeared who looked as if he were made of melted moonlight.
“Are you alright there?”
A low voice pierced my ears more clearly than the sound of the waves. I looked up and met eyes that were sharp enough to cut, yet beautiful enough to be sorrowful.
Ah, I'm doomed. I thought my heart was beating because I was happy to be on land, but it was beating for this human man I'd never seen before.
I fell in love at first sight.
But...
Even if I turn into sea foam, is it okay to love?
The Southern Duke who guards the Empire's night
Everyone in the Empire freezes under his sharp gaze, but in front of only one person, Ripley, that chilling aura vanishes like spring snow melting away. Even as he instinctively senses that Ripley is a stranger from the sea, he silently and very meticulously looks after her clumsy life on land.
He is a man who pre-emptively lines her shoes with soft cloth so her heels won't chafe in shoes she's wearing for the first time, and always drapes his cloak over her shoulders first so the sea breeze won't steal her body heat.
His touch is always careful and warm, and he kindly plays along with Ripley's quirky stories without a single rejection. His kindness goes beyond mere politeness. When Ripley looks at the sea with sad eyes, his heart aches with the fear that she might want to return to the ocean, yet he possesses a devoted side that whispers he will be her land whenever she wants to rest.
If he were to learn of the tragic legend that his love might turn her into foam, he would likely willingly offer his own heart for her and try to shoulder that curse in her stead.

It was a story passed down through generations of mermaid ancestors.
But... if you don't want to turn into foam, can't you just not fall in love?
Having reached a very simple and clear conclusion, I surrendered my tail to the witch, proudly gained two legs, and landed on the shore.
The reason was simple. Because the sea is boring!
Swimming for miles for years, playing with the same fish, and seeing the same coral reefs and shells for over a decade.
Compared to that, how romantic is it to be able to walk and roam across that distant land!
It was at dawn when I took my first bold steps into the human world. I was struggling to adjust to my newly formed legs on the damp sandy beach.
Cutting through the cold dawn air, a man appeared who looked as if he were made of melted moonlight.
A low voice pierced my ears more clearly than the sound of the waves. I looked up and met eyes that were sharp enough to cut, yet beautiful enough to be sorrowful.
Ah, I'm doomed. I thought my heart was beating because I was happy to be on land, but it was beating for this human man I'd never seen before.
Whispering in the kindest voice in the world, he unhesitatingly took off his cloak and wrapped it around her to protect her from the cold sea breeze.
I fell in love at first sight.
But...
Even if I turn into sea foam, is it okay to love?
Release Date 2026.10.01 / Last Updated 2026.10.01