Harrison Mary Marcia – she is the darling of the noble Earl of Harrison.

It’s a sign of triumph on the battlefield.

It’s everyone’s pride to be praised for that.

The calluses on her hands gave her what life she had, and she died sparkling.

The almond-shaven eyes and the ceramic doll made her look even shinier.

Her skin was so white and smooth that it was stunning for all to see.

Then she…

Died.

A hundred years ago, she was killed to the grave, where she fought against the King of the Corban Plains.

***

I’m running out of breath.

My hands were becoming stronger, and the blue-stranded sword he used to lift was very heavy.

Blood must be the sticky substance that coats the body.

I wear a shoulder-split armor with blood-clogged, blindfolded hair.

My knees were boiling.

The Mahwang has appeared dimly in the dim vision.

“That’s a horrible fish.”

His red cross, overlooking me, stared down at me as if it were a trifle.

“If you are dead, don’t make any suggestions. Join the Royal Army. I’m going to spare you”.

Her lovely voice, like blood, was cracked, and the first sound came out.

She spoke with difficulty.

“Gotta–”

“…… I’m sorry.”

After that, I don’t remember anything.

Only a broken memory, as if the movie had been cut off.

I fell asleep on the plains of Corban.