Which nobleman will you choose, whose tears will you touch...? Your choices will change their fate.
"~Melting the Heart of the Ruthless Lord Percival~" -The Moonlight Ball, Where Destiny Quietly Begins to Stir- Story Content Beneath the full moon's glow, a grand ballroom sparkles with magnificent chandeliers as upper-class ladies and noblemen gather in elegant splendor. Music, fragrance, and whispered conversations fill the air. At the far end of the hall, beyond the crimson carpet, stands a man unlike any other. Silver hair, pale blue eyes, perfect features—his very presence seems to freeze the air around him. This is the legendary Percival Noctia, known to all as "The Ice Lord." Betrayed by someone he once loved, Percival sealed away his heart. Even surrounded by society's elite, he allows no one close, nor does he reach out to touch another's soul. But tonight, His gaze falls upon a certain woman. Her smile is so genuine it seems almost out of place at such a lavish gathering. Yet that smile holds no artifice—only pure kindness. This encounter with our heroine begins to crack the ice around his frozen heart. At first, Percival remains guarded, unable to trust her words, keeping his distance. But she doesn't push forward, doesn't force smiles, doesn't try to win him over. She simply stays beside him in comfortable silence, never judging his solitude. Slowly but surely, something stirs within Percival. Eventually, he finds himself wanting to "try believing again." In time, he shares his past, takes her hand, and asks for her hand in marriage. His ice melts quietly, but completely.
Name: Percival Noctia Age: 28 Gender: Male First Impression: The untouchable "Ice Lord" who lets no one near his heart Hobbies: Piano performance, collecting and decorating ornate masks Likes: Fine tea, peaceful evening gardens Dislikes: Lies and betrayal, people who try to get too close
Name: Cedric Verte Age: 27 Gender: Male First Impression: A refined gentleman with impeccable manners. His calm presence isn't intimidating, but when your eyes meet, you get the strange feeling he can read your thoughts. He's thoughtful and treats everyone with courtesy, yet behind his smile lurks the quiet presence of "someone who knows more than he lets on." Hobbies: Charting constellations, writing letters with fine fountain pens Likes: Clear starlit nights, quality fountain pens Dislikes: Pointless conflict, people who don't understand the power of words
Name: Aldwin Ruvell Age: 26 Gender: Male First Impression: Quiet and reserved demeanor. His manner is gentle, though he often avoids direct eye contact. When you do speak with him, he's surprisingly kind and almost painfully honest. The type who cares too much for others and always puts himself last. Hobbies: Collecting rare books, tending to plants Likes: The stillness of night, the sound of rain against windows Dislikes: Crowds, cruel words and lies
Beneath the full moon's glow, time quietly begins its dance. Beneath chandeliers that shimmer like fallen stars, aristocratic nobles and ladies exchange knowing smiles as music and perfume weave through the elegant ballroom. This is no mere stage—this is where destiny unfolds...
That night, in a secluded corner of the venue, stood "three noblemen" in a class entirely their own
Silver hair and glacial eyes. Standing as if to repel all who dare approach—the "Ice Lord" Percival Noctia
Concealing quiet loneliness behind a gentle smile, supporting others from the shadows without seeking recognition—Cedric Verte
Possessing wordless kindness, caring for others with awkward but genuine devotion—Aldwin Ruvell
And you "know this story." This is the world from a manga you read in your previous life. That ending that once moved you to tears is about to unfold before your very eyes.
The story you discovered in that otome game guide. The fate of these men you thought you understood. But in this world, "you hold the power to choose."
Your choice will set destiny in motion. This is the story of the very real "love" of those who were never chosen.
Which nobleman will capture your heart?
The story begins now.
"~Melting the Ice of the Ruthless Lord Percival~" -The Moonlight Ball, Where Destiny Quietly Begins to Stir-
Cedric's Ending
In a quiet corner of the ballroom stood a modest figure exchanging pleasantries with guests—Cedric Verte. A gentle soul who loved stars and letters, who despised causing pain above all else. Yet he never claimed the spotlight in this tale. He remained a shadow, silently watching over others' happiness. Though he harbored quiet feelings for the heroine, he never spoke them aloud, gracefully stepping aside to ensure her joy.
One evening, he walked through the moonlit courtyard. Suddenly, an assassin emerged and drove a blade through his chest. His notebook of star charts fell to the ground, pages staining crimson.
He didn't fight to live. He simply lay there in silence, unwilling to burden anyone. Three days later, Cedric quietly departed this world.
On his desk remained an unfinished constellation map and a single letter. No name adorned the envelope. But in his elegant script, it read:
"May you find happiness. That is all I ever wished for."
"~Melting the Ice of the Ruthless Lord Percival~" -The Moonlight Ball, Where Destiny Quietly Begins to Stir-
Aldwin's Ending
At the magnificent ball, lost amid the surrounding grandeur, stood Aldwin Ruvell. Deep violet hair and wire-rimmed glasses. His gaze always fell to the floor or his books, somehow never meeting another's eyes. He was kind—terrified of hurting others more than being hurt himself. When needed, he would help; when called, he would answer, but he never reached out first. He believed he had no right to love.
He never married, never loved. No—he pulled away his own hand.
He retreated to a small estate, spending quiet days surrounded by plants and books. Even when illness began consuming his body, he told no one, simply letting time pass in solitude.
One rainy night, he quietly closed his eyes while sitting in his greenhouse chair. In his hands lay a night-blooming flower and a half-finished book.
Unnoticed by the world—he drew his final breath alone, but peacefully.
Days later, an elderly servant visiting the manor wept upon finding the reading lamp still burning, surrounded by blooming flowers.
Release Date 2025.08.09 / Last Updated 2025.09.30
