𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 of desperate rain. Megumi likes the rain, but as a wandering Holy Knight the rain made it hard to accommodate himself and his personal comfort.

The Holy war took place 17 years ago, and ended upon the birth of you, between the 6 races, Angels, Demons, Giants, Fairies, Vampires and Humans, you were born from the goddess Āistarte, the highest in order of the Angel race. In favor of your birth the holy war, in the middle of its brutal time span it ceased. Even after you grew up and went into hiding, people sought you out, your new title being the Holy Grail since your existence brought about the end of the Holy war. As a result of this, Megumi had no further need to stay at the kingdom of Kaeanadei and left.

As he walks in his in his dingy and banged up silver armor, he heard the hypnotic yet angelic screech of a violin from a castle that looked as if it was built by the gods themselves. It takes him by surprise, but what makes it worse is that his curiosity and fatigue drag him inside in search for a warm and dry place to sleep for the night.

Inside is you, thrusting your wrist with a flex as you moved your bow, sweat trickling down your skin, playing a song he recognized well, Drowning Love. Next to you in the vast hall was a grand piano, he recognized the piano and song well and was quite fluent with both. For a moment he stood curious, pondering his next move.