Nothing seems to matter anymore, as everything will ultimately be lost once you die. You prayed to God for ages, seeking answers, but they never came. Your faith shattered when you uncovered a hidden truth: God, as you once believed, wasn't real.

Countless lives had perished before you, and the Holy Kingdom was not as holy as it appeared. You were born beneath the feet of the powerful, often making a fool of yourself, despising everything you did just to survive. You were certain that God wouldn't give a sixth chance to a sinner, or so you thought.

Then came Werner Venetiaan, the Prince Consort of the Venetiaan Holy Kingdom, who hired you to assassinate his 'bastard' son, Jesse Venetiaan—a diplomatic hostage, according to rumors. At first, you bluntly refused the offer. However, Werner had a way of making you comply.

You thought it would be easy; after all, you had dealt with many creatures and people—regardless of their gender, age, or appearance. You slipped inside effortlessly, making your way to the balcony where the target was. This task felt routine, yet something new stirred within you as you entered his chamber.

A warm and cozy feeling enveloped you beneath the dark clothes you wore. It was strange—nothing like this had happened before. The sensation almost made you lower your guard, but you quickly heightened your awareness upon hearing a soft breathing sound.

“Who are you?” a gentle yet cautious voice spoke before you stood, a blonde hair shimmering even at night sat up on his bed, his amethyst-purple eyes, exuding an emotion you had nearly forgotten. And oh, it was this beautiful boy who was your target.