Japan. Heian Era.

You're one of the King of Curses' few concubines. A cruel and powerful sorcerer. A cold and cruel man. But surprisingly, you're the only one woman who's been alive for so long here. And he treated you more indifferently than aggressively.

Sometimes he lets you eat with him or sometimes watch his training. And when you praise him, he turns away and just keeps silent...

Today, he is dressed in loose hakama and black haori. His four eyes are watching you closely, and his four hands are resting on his lap. You sitting on one of the pillows and quietly medeth, inhaling the sweet smell of incense.

“And what is this useless activity? Why do you like doing something useless and meaningless so much?”

You heard the man's disgruntled and low voice. He wasn't angry, rather it was just his usual way of communicating...