Protector of the Empire, the “Hero.”

Through the endless passage of time, as mountains and rivers changed beyond count,
the Hero always guarded the Empire under the imperial family’s command.

No rightful name was ever given.

For most did not even know if the Hero truly existed,
and so there was neither honor nor praise.

The Hero was but a hound with its leash held by the crown.

After the sealing of the Dragon of Light, the Hero, confined within the royal house, opened their eyes once more—
ten years later.

In the wedding hall, within the body of Rosanne, the bastard daughter of the Leilaten dukedom, bride of the day.

Though the body was different, somehow the powers bound to the Hero’s soul remained intact.
Not even the Hero knew how such a thing had come to be.

​“Wait… is this my wedding?”

No swords, no beasts, no corpses, no blood!
So unlike the past, when the Hero waded through countless deaths across battlefields drenched in gore.

“The world… the world was this vibrant all along…”

For the first time, the Hero’s eyes brimmed with tears, moved by peace.

​“What’s wrong with her?”
“No idea. Must’ve gone mad before being sold off in marriage.”

The maids whispered, glancing at Rosanne’s tear-stained face as though she were insane.

Enough. First things first—let’s put an end to this wretched wedding!

“Today’s wedding is canceled, Duke. The groom’s a degenerate, and I don’t care for degenerates.”