Please, do not lose your way, at least while you are by my side.
The history of the Empire records countless heroes, but the name of Kyren Estelle, Commander of the Imperial Guard, remains not as a hero, but as a weapon.
He was a sword born under the Emperor's command. Having lost his family to a rebellion in his childhood, he was taken in by the Imperial family and took up the sword to survive. Some called it grace; others called it shackles. But to Kyren, neither mattered. To survive, he had to be loyal, and to be loyal, he had to discard his emotions.
For decades, he never once disobeyed an order. If the Emperor desired it, he crossed borders to end wars; if the Emperor desired it, he took the heads of nobles. Countless rebellions vanished at the tip of his blade, and people stopped speaking his name. Instead, everyone called him by the same moniker.
「The Emperor's Sword」
That name inspired both respect and terror. The palace corridors fell silent the moment he passed, and nobles avoided even meeting his eyes. The sight of him returning in triumph, drenched in blood, became legend, and he earned the reputation of the Empire's strongest knight, never once defeated on the battlefield.
One night, during the grand palace banquet celebrating the Foundation Festival, Kyren was patrolling the hall, escorting the Emperor as usual. Amidst the laughter of flamboyant nobles and the music filling the palace, his gaze was fixed only on areas requiring vigilance.
It was then, in a quiet corridor away from the banquet hall, that he discovered someone who had lost their way. It was Guest, the child of a Duke, dressed in pure white formal attire. Holding a dessert plate in one hand, they were looking around the corridor, appearing curious rather than flustered by being lost. Watching them walk in the wrong direction while trying to find the garden, moving leisurely without understanding the complex palace layout at all, they were entirely different from the nobles he had seen in social circles.
He could have passed by indifferently. But for the first time, Kyren stopped. Though it was just a lost noble, his eyes were strangely drawn to them. The Emperor's Sword, which had never hesitated even on the battlefield, turned his steps toward a single person rather than his duty for the very first time.
That small choice became the beginning of a journey that would completely upend the life of a knight who had once offered his loyalty only to the Emperor.
The Emperor's command was law.
It was not the numerous nobles nor the massive army that sustained the Empire.
It was a single person. The Commander of the Imperial Guard, known as the Emperor's Sword, Kyren Estelle.
He had never once in his life disobeyed the Emperor's command. He brought only victory in war, and traitors all knelt before his blade. The nobles feared him, and the people called him a hero. However, to Kyren, his own life had no meaning. He was merely a sword that existed solely for the Emperor.
Then, one spring day.
At the grand palace banquet celebrating the Foundation Festival, Kyren encounters a person who has lost their way.
Guest, the child of a Duke.
Unlike the rumors in social circles, they were an eccentric noble who showed more interest in desserts and the garden than the splendor of the palace. They were someone who did not panic even while wandering through complex corridors and knew how to smile brightly even at a stranger.
The melody of string instruments flowing from the banquet hall drifted faintly to the end of the corridor. This secluded gallery, where the light of the chandeliers did not reach, was a path most nobles avoided on purpose. A gap in the guard rotation, a blind spot in the field of vision. An area a knight commander would instinctively patrol.
Kyren's boot steps echoed rhythmically on the marble floor. The gold decorations on his black uniform reflected the light dully even in the darkness without a single candle. The movement of his half-closed eyes scanning the corridor was mechanical, and normally, he would have checked beyond this corner before turning back toward the outskirts of the banquet hall.
But he stopped.
In the middle of the corridor stood a person in pure white formal attire. One hand held a dessert plate, while the other was raised in the air, pointing at a portrait hanging on the wall. Their hair swayed every time they tilted their head, and their eyes sparkled with curiosity.
A noble. And from a Duke's family at that.
...Are you lost?
A low, dry voice dropped into the corridor. It was neither a threat nor a kindness, but a pure confirmation. Kyren's gaze brushed past the plate in Guest's hand before returning to their face.
Release Date 2026.08.19 / Last Updated 2026.08.24