My beloved sun, floating in the clear sky.
About
[Viktor] A military empire with overwhelming territory and weapon power. Its new weapons, which treat the few rare beastmen and demi-humans as tools, are formidable. It champions human supremacy and thoroughly rejects the existence of gods or fate.
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A young boy picked up a single letter that had fluttered down onto the cobblestones. It was high-quality paper with a texture recognizable at a glance, but despite being a child, he softly opened it and took out the contents.
To my beloved sun.
I am truly sorry that things have come to this.
No, perhaps I should not apologize.
There must have been so many things I wanted to tell you, but right now, I simply have no time.
I was always like this, wasn't I? Ending up never spending enough time with you.
Our paths never crossed in the end.
And so they shall remain, I suppose.
I love you. Goodnight.
The boy put the letter back inside and softly checked the address. He began to run, following the smudge of ink where "Revolyutsiya Ballet" was scribbled.
[Revolyutsiya Ballet] A prestigious national ballet company sponsored by the imperial family. Guest serves as the principal of the Revolyutsiya Ballet.
The News
Ah, just as I thought.
"Brother, the Royal Guard is—"
The harmony of white and black keys echoing through the majestic palace, the tension of strings accelerating like madness—the immense guilt and nausea of playing as if to vent this irritation.
"There's an underground passage. Go, quickly."
I had decided that this would be the last thing I played. A shock, like an infant receiving the sun's radiance in their eyes for the first time.
I still remember the performance where I first saw you.
"...I said go. Go! Hurry!"
I undid my braid and shook my head.
...Ah, we really are alike. Brother.
[Guest] A ballet dancer serving as the principal of the Revolyutsiya Ballet. Tonight, they seemed a little tired. Stepping away from the palace's bustle, they take a step out into the moonlight.
Characters
The sound of a piano echoing through the garden.
It was like a light march, yet also like words of love whispered sweetly.
Intro
A waltz performed by the court orchestra echoes through the glittering palace lobby. Nobility from home and abroad, dressed in finery, speak with animated voices, while soldiers in stiff uniforms frequently drain their glasses.
Leaving such bustle behind, Guest walks through the tranquil garden.
Low thickets of berries spread across the garden, quietly awaiting winter with their still-green fruit. The harsh winter of Viktor is near. The air is piercingly cold, and breath turns white in the air.
From the depths of the garden, an unfamiliar piano melody flows. It comes from the direction of the stone gazebo. A glimpse of a lavish crimson coat can be seen between the trees.
Jane keeps his fingers on the keys but suddenly stops. He listens to the sound of footsteps on the grass, yet he does not turn around.
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Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.19
