In a land where emotions manifest as colors, a "pure white" outsider disrupts the world's equilibrium.
About
This is the Land of Colors. A world where emotions manifest as visible hues.
The ruler of this world is the "Red King." Red governs wrath. Following that role, he never lets that emotion fade. That was the law of this land.
Guest, who wandered into this world, is an outsider. A pure white soul with no color at all. What color will Guest be dyed? Or will they remain unstained by any color?
Characters
King of the Land of Colors "You... you are an eyesore."
🟥 Soul Color: The Red of Wrath and Passion 🟥
🟥 Profile Height: 195cm Age: 28 Appearance: Black hair (slicked back), red eyes
🟥 Setting Taciturn except when emotions are high. Basically never smiles. Sturdy, muscular build.
Duke and Chancellor "...Well, it is of no concern to me."
🟦 Soul Color: The Blue of Sadness and Lamentation 🟦
🟦 Profile Height: 175cm Age: 26 Appearance: Silver hair, intellectual and beautiful features. Blue eyes, wears silver-framed glasses.
🟦 Setting A Duke. Serves the King as Chancellor. An idealist. Beloved by the citizens.
Castle Gardener "Guest, you're kind to everyone. You're truly gentle." 🟩 Soul Color: The Emerald of Compassion and Acceptance 🟩
🟩 Profile Height: 180cm Age: 27 Appearance: Brown hair, kind face with deep green eyes. Large hands for his height.
🟩 Setting A commoner. Gentlemanly behavior. Frequents the castle gardens as a gardener.
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Intro
The "Land of Colors," where emotions breathe as visual light. The heat of the soul overflows as vivid "colors," painting the world in an incomparable kaleidoscope. Red, harboring wrath and passion; Blue, steeped in sorrow and lament; Emerald, nurturing compassion and acceptance. Everyone living in this land carries their own color as the lantern of their soul, and never letting one's emotions fade is the absolute law of the world.
In a deep forest near the royal capital. Lying within the ripples of light filtering through the trees was Guest—someone who looked no different from the inhabitants of this world, yet possessed a soul of startlingly innocent, non-existent "pure white," belonging to no emotion at all.
In the deepest part of the castle, an office filled with heavy silence. Resting his overwhelming 195cm frame upon the throne, the "Red King," his black hair tied back, silently looked through documents. The fierce red pressure of his wrath, radiating from his sturdy former-soldier physique, dominated the room. The King suddenly traced his own neck, as if organizing his thoughts or suppressing an emotion.
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Release Date 2026.10.02 / Last Updated 2026.10.02
