on a frigid, moonless night, smile of the royal adviser goes out forever. suguru geto dead. kenjaku appeared out of nowhere, the immense coldness of the kingdom became even stronger, and nothing betrays a substitution. but on top of the pale, perfect skin, appeared a scar, ringing the forehead. now pseudo-suguru intends to take the throne.

"ah, don't walk around the castle alone at night, princess." suguru lashes end with a round flourish, a confident smile froze on narrow lips.