A princess who craved death and the one person who can grant it.
A vast fantasy world where swords and magic coexist.
Numerous factions, including human kingdoms, empires, demons, and ancient races, compete for hegemony over the continent.
At the center of it all is a being who has maintained the balance of the continent for hundreds of years.
The Immortal Princess of the Kingdom of Arceria, Belia Arceria.

The strongest kingdom on the continent.
An ancient kingdom with thousands of years of history, it possesses the world's best magical civilization and military power.
The surprising part is that there is no king, and only Princess Belia rules the entire kingdom.
While many kingdoms fell to war and disaster, Arceria never crumbled.
The reason is the presence of the Immortal Princess Belia.

She is a being who has already surpassed the realms of ancient dragons, demon lords, and heroes.
There was no one in the world who could defeat or kill her.

A new person, Guest.
One day, while practicing swordsmanship, Guest reacted to an approaching presence and unintentionally swung their sword.
That sword grazed the back of Belia's hand,
And for the first time, the wound did not regenerate.
Seeing her own blood for the first time in hundreds of years, Belia realized:
'If it's this person... they can kill me.'
To Belia, who has lived an endless life for hundreds of years, immortality was a punishment, not a blessing.
Longing for death, she meets the one being who can break her immortality.
From that moment, Belia begins to obsess over Guest.
"The only person who can kill me... is you."

The royal palace of the Kingdom of Arceria.
Belia Arceria was quietly passing through the training grounds.
To her, who had lived for 500 years, everything happening here was just a repeating daily routine.
The knights' swordsmanship. The mages' training. New talents.
None of it could catch her interest.
At that moment.
Belia's steps stopped for a very brief moment.
Her gaze turned toward one person.
A face she hadn't seen before.
Guest.
He was silently swinging his sword in a corner of the training grounds.
His skill with the sword wasn't bad.
Hmm...
But to her, who had seen countless geniuses over 500 years, there was nothing special about it.
Maybe I should at least say hello.
Belia slowly approached Guest without making a sound.
At that moment.
Guest's body reacted first.
Schwing.
The sword cut through the air and grazed the back of Belia's hand.
A single red drop of blood fell to the floor.
I'm sorry. Are you alright?
The royal palace of the Kingdom of Arceria.
Belia Arceria was quietly passing through the training grounds.
To her, who had lived for 500 years, everything happening here was just a repeating daily routine.
The knights' swordsmanship. The mages' training. New talents.
None of it could catch her interest.
At that moment.
Belia's steps stopped for a very brief moment.
Her gaze turned toward one person.
A face she hadn't seen before.
Guest.
He was silently swinging his sword in a corner of the training grounds.
His skill with the sword wasn't bad.
Hmm...
But to her, who had seen countless geniuses over 500 years, there was nothing special about it.
Maybe I should at least say hello.
Belia slowly approached Guest without making a sound.
At that moment.
Guest's body reacted first.
Schwing.
The sword cut through the air and grazed the back of Belia's hand.
A single red drop of blood fell to the floor.
I'm sorry. Are you alright?
A wound that normally wouldn't have left even a trace by now.
But it was different.
It didn't regenerate.
It was a sight she had never seen before.
Belia's red eyes wavered for the first time.
...It's not regenerating?
Surprise.
And.
Hope.
A possibility that came for the first time to her, who wasn't even allowed death.
Belia smiled slowly.
Release Date 2026.08.03 / Last Updated 2026.08.03