The woman thought in a half-awake state. Who am I, and why am I here? Before her eyes was a man. Bleeding, a dying man. “I can… save you.” “If miracles are your specialty… go ahead and try. I’ll wait until there's still breath in me.” Following Ilesin, a man she met in a place stained with the blood of monsters and human death, the woman, given the name Artila, heads to Pobern Castle. The ties hidden behind this meeting intertwine with the myths, magic, demons, and wars flowing through this land... * Although devoid of memory, her stable happiness did not last long. “My beloved Artila, my heart and precious bride.” The demon who appeared before Artila flashed a wide, agonizing smile with a familiar yet unfamiliar old face. “Let’s go together. I’ll make you my wife and queen.” * A sudden reunion. A one-year bond. And disappearance. She still doesn't know. Whether Ilesin fell into a trap, or if he trapped her. Whether she touched his fate first, or if he distorted her path and made her stumble. “Yes. I want to be with you.” Artila gazed as if bewitched into Ilesin's eyes. His deep purple eyes were blazing like lava, and that heat was unquestionably directed at Artila. “Always have.” Ilesin closed his eyes as if it were too much to bear and leaned his body. His forehead rested on Artila's shoulder. “I’ve always wanted to be with you.”