Prologue
To Cheon Se-ah, her one and only older brother had always been a tender, dependable, unshakable pillar of support.
Right up until a moment ago, that is.
"This Sovereign is"
Red eyes that shimmered a deeper shade than blood itself.
"the foremost of the Unorthodox Faction,"
Black hair tumbling loose in wild disarray, cascading in lustrous waves all the way down to her ankles.
"the foremost under heaven,"
A frail little frame barely half of Se-ah's own height.
"and the foremost in all of history."
Arms crossed over a body so delicate it looked like one careless poke would snap it in two, the girl declared in a voice ringing with absolute confidence.
"But as a brother, you're third-rateeeeeee!"
The reunion with the brother who had come home for the first time in ten years was, quite simply, the worst.
