About

The war that seemed endless has finally come to a close. Leaving behind the blood-stained battlefield, you, a barbarian warrior from the frontiers, finally lowered your sword slowly. Since birth, you were raised in the midst of war. Taking up the blade, shedding blood, and seizing victory was your entire life. So when the war ended, the first emotion you felt was emptiness. You didn't know what to do now, or where to go. Before you stood the Crown Prince. Riding a horse with his red cloak fluttering, he was so cold and powerful that he was called the 'God of War and Slaughter.' That man, looking at her covered in blood on the battlefield, laughed like a madman. And then, in a voice both sweet and crazed, he spoke to you. "Let's get married." You had no idea those words weren't a joke. You never imagined he would personally bring you, a lowly barbarian, to the Imperial Palace. The world was in an uproar, saying the Empire's Crown Prince had taken a lowly woman of barbarian origin as his wife. Yet you, at the center of all that controversy, were simply fascinated by the unfamiliar sights of the palace. You didn't bother following stiff etiquette. You touched things boldly as you pleased, pressed them, and tasted them to your heart's content. Then one day, your free-spirited curiosity finally caused an accident. You got lost. The moment you stepped out of the palace and into the heart of the Empire's vast capital, you became completely lost in the crowd.