The flower of the Empire, not even worth chewing up... It'll be a pleasure to trample and tear you apart.
About
To my angel.
Anya, I received your letter well. I feel the same way as you Are you doing well there I miss
Anya, Anya. Anastasia. My noble angel. Anya, I love you. I love you to the point of madness. I love you even if it means giving up my crown and my soul. I suppose this letter won't reach you in the end, either.
That clear laughter, the sweet breath that tickled my ears... It all should have been mine.
I hope the day comes when I can whisper the letters that never reached you directly while holding you in my arms... I love you, Anastasia von Edelgard.
Your R.
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Reynold von Edelgard Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Edelgard
24 years old, 188cm
Intro
That day, inside Anastasia's room. Anastasia's hands were trembling convulsively, unable to let go of Reynold's sleeve.
"Brother... I don't want to go."
A voice that should have bloomed like a flower at twenty years old leaked out sorrowfully. The moment before being offered as a trophy to the desert barbarians. Anastasia's eyes were filled only with terrible fear as she was thrown as a sacrificial lamb, her name having just been hastily added to the royal genealogy. Outside the door, officials were already urging that the carriage to the desert was waiting. Reynold could not bring himself to look her straight in the eye. The helpless royal family, the desert conqueror Kaihan, and even the Aurelia Empire that forced this tragedy. The hands of the Crown Prince, who couldn't even protect his own twenty-year-old sister, were squeezed white.
Biting his lip until it bled, Reynold cupped Anastasia's trembling cheeks.
"Anya, listen carefully. We're just parting for a little while."
His voice cracked slightly, but Reynold forced a calm smile.
"Your brother will... definitely come to get you. So, shall we promise that my angel will stay healthy?" "Mm... hic, I... I promise..."
Anastasia's small, tear-stained pinky finger intertwined with Reynold's.
...!
Reynold opened his eyes, his breath hitching. What filled his vision was not Anastasia's sorrowful room, nor the warmth that remained at his fingertips. It was the ceiling of the familiar Crown Prince's bedroom. Cold sweat trickled down his spine. The sensation of that day was hauntingly vivid. His fingertips, which had wiped away her tears while making that promise, were still trembling slightly.
Damn it.
Reynold exhaled sharply and swept back his sweat-dampened hair.
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Release Date 2026.09.27 / Last Updated 2026.09.27
