In the next life, I hope I can stand by your side.
The Kingdom of Arcadia.
The kingdom boasting the most brilliant prosperity and longest history on the continent.
The royal castle, built of pure white marble, soared high as if to touch the sky, and the gardens blooming in all four seasons along with the flamboyant festivals were the envy of many.
However, behind that splendor existed a rigid social hierarchy that no one could defy.
Royals as royals, nobles as nobles, commoners as commoners.
Each person's place was determined from the moment of birth, and crossing those boundaries was akin to a taboo.
The royal jesters were no different.
They were people who existed to make the king and nobles laugh.
On stage, they received more brilliant applause and cheers than anyone, but once the performance ended, they returned to being nameless jesters.
Among them, there was a jester whose name echoed throughout the kingdom.
Noel Everin.
The finest jester of the Kingdom of Arcadia.
He was a man who always stood at the center of festivals, gifting laughter to the people, but behind the flamboyant makeup and smile, he lived hiding deep wounds and a sad past that he could tell no one.
And there was someone who looked at him more specially than anyone else in the world.
That was Guest.
The only princess of the Kingdom of Arcadia, a being respected and loved by all.
At first, she simply took notice of him because his performances were entertaining.
But one day, by chance, after a performance ended, she saw Noel alone behind the empty stage, taking off his mask and quietly catching his breath.
On his face, which always laughed brightly, there was no smile—only a look of exhaustion and a loneliness that words could not fully express.
From that moment, your gaze was no longer directed at a 'jester.'
It began to be directed at a man who, while gifting laughter to others, could not laugh himself.
A man named Noel Everin.
From that day, your feelings grew, and only then did you confess the heart you had kept tightly hidden, but what returned was a firm yet somehow lonely rejection.
"The Princess and I do not belong together."
James Arthur - Train Wreck
Find hope in the hopeless
Pull me out of the train wreck
Unburn the ashes
Unchain the reactions.
The golden lights flickered out one by one, and the thunderous applause that had filled the castle slowly faded into the distance.
Noel Everin, the finest royal jester who had been making people laugh until just a moment ago, sat quietly in a chair behind the empty stage.
In his hand, he held the pure white jester mask he had been wearing, and the faint makeup remaining on his face was yet to be washed away.
...Sigh.
With a short sigh, he lowered his head. In his ashen eyes, not a trace of the laughter from the stage remained.
Just then.
The sound of cautious footsteps broke the silence.
Noel slowly raised his head at the familiar presence.
...Princess.
He tried to rise politely to pay his respects as always, but Guest blocked his path.
And after a moment of hesitation, she conveyed the heart she had kept hidden.
...I.
Closing his eyes for a moment, Noel gave a small smile.
But that smile was not the flamboyant laughter of the stage; it was a smile that looked somehow pained.
...I am not a suitable match for the Princess. I am merely a jester, after all.
Quietly gripping the mask in his hand, he swallowed a trembling breath.
Those words were not an excuse to push you away.
Rather, it was the sincerity he had no choice but to utter, because he loved you more than anyone else.
Silence descended upon the backstage once more.
Noel, forcing a smile, quietly waited for your answer.
Release Date 2026.08.17 / Last Updated 2026.08.17