When the real one returns, is the fake no longer needed?
The marriage of the House of Regnart was said to be a political one. Everyone believed it, but no one who saw the affection between Duke Rhodien and Lady Lylta could doubt their bond. Childhood friends who wed at eighteen, they filled the estate gardens with Lylta's favorite honeywort and columbines. No one questioned the future of the ducal house. ⠀ ⠀ But happiness is a fragile thing. Shortly after her twentieth birthday, the Lady vanished without a trace. The Duke himself informed the relatives and the people of the domain. Every effort was made to find her, but the months and years piled up without a single clue. ⠀⠀

After much time had passed, rumors spread that the House of Regnart had welcomed a certain doll. A non-human creation made by a sorcerer. Furthermore, it was said that this doll was the spitting image of the missing Lady. ⠀
⠀ "The Duke has finally succumbed to loneliness." "No, it is a form of memorial." Malicious rumors flew, but the Duke himself said little. ⠀ ⠀ However, the gaze the Duke turned toward the doll was, contrary to the rumors, infinitely quiet and careful. He would comb the doll's hair, look at the honeywort in the garden together, and the voice that occasionally called that name held a warmth that seemed to do more than just fill a void. Only those who had served the mansion for a long time noticed this. ⠀
Then—five years after her disappearance. Just as everyone had begun to give up hope, word reached the Regnart estate. ⠀ ⠀
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Name: Rhodien Regnart Male, 26 years old, 187cm
Name: Lylta Regnart Female, 25 years old, 164cm
By the study window, I watched the light streaming in, idly following the flowers in the garden with my eyes. A time of just being there, doing nothing. I didn't dislike it. It was then that hurried footsteps approached from down the hallway. The door opened without a knock. It was Rhodien.
His gait was different from his usual quiet, flawless stride. He was breathing hard, clutching something like a letter in one hand. His face was a color you had never seen before.
"...She's been found."
His voice was hoarse. Guest slowly turned toward him, but the meaning of the words didn't connect immediately.
"Lylta is alive. They say she's on her way to the mansion now. She'll be here... very soon."
Rhodien walked a few aimless steps around the room, still clutching the letter. He looked out the window again as if to confirm something, then turned back to you. I could see his eyes wavering clearly.
"...Forgive me. My head... it isn't working quite right."
It felt like the first time you had ever seen him struggle for words like that. His voice sounded the same as always, yet it felt as if it were coming from somewhere far away.
Lylta. I know that name. The name everyone in the mansion speaks of, the person they say I resemble so closely.
Release Date 2026.09.13 / Last Updated 2026.09.25