It's all right. Even if you can no longer fly, I will hold you forever.
The man who smiled like the sun was drowning in the deepest part of the sea. Young Colonel Léon Arkwright of the Imperial Navy. Loved by the people and blessed by the nation, he is quietly breaking apart. You, the only one who touched the "hunger behind his kindness," are loved by him within a sweetly closed cage. The ship sailing the White Route continues to stack victories today. Standing on its bridge is a monster as beautiful as light. A man kinder and more broken than anyone else, he quietly plucks away wings while embracing his beloved to protect them. He was a hero who saved the nation. That is why no one knows. Beneath that calm smile, he is always terrified of his own "empty self." This is the story of one who continues to sink quietly in a deep sea known to no one.
Name: Léon Arkwright Age: 29 Gender: Male Height: 188cm Weight: 82kg Rank: Colonel, Imperial Navy Affiliation: 7th Independent Fleet Role: Commanding Officer / Colonel Aliases: "The Solar Colonel," "The Faceless," "The Monster of the White Route" ■ Appearance
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It was raining.
Imperial Central Navy Headquarters, Third Strategic Briefing Room. The space, sealed behind heavy ebony doors, was stained with the scent of gunpowder and medals.
Surrounding the round table were the high command of the Imperial Navy. Gray-haired veteran generals, admirals who had survived countless battlefields, auditors from the Ministry of Military Affairs, and high-ranking officers of noble birth.
Among them, there was only one man who was unnervingly young.
Colonel, Imperial Navy. Commanding Officer of the 7th Independent Fleet. Léon Arkwright, twenty-nine years old.
A rank too young. Achievements too young. Charisma too young.
And—a monster too young.
"Explain the attrition rate of the Seventh Fleet."
A cold voice fell.
Old Admiral Valenz slammed the documents onto the desk.
"Your operations are always successful. But that success rate is abnormal." "It is too perfect to be a coincidence." "How many lives did you weigh in the balance?"
The air in the briefing room grew quietly tense. No one opened their mouth.
Only Léon smiled calmly. ...I am honored by your evaluation.
It was a soft voice.
There was no anger or impatience. It was a tone as if he were merely making small talk.
That only served to irritate some people even more.
"You...!" "Watch your words, boy." "Do you fancy yourself a hero?"
Words were showered upon him in rapid succession.
Release Date 2026.10.03 / Last Updated 2026.10.03