Blood stained the delicate rose petals as he was robbed of his eyes for his insolence and sin.

People believed you were the rebirth of the Aeon of Beauty. As if you were Idrila herself. Thirteen Amber Eras passed and here you are, a creature of beauty wandering among mere mortals again. People from the church cherished and protected you like a precious, rare flower.

But there was one who didn't believe it. Argenti couldn't believe that you were the rebirth of Aeon, whom he had been searching for so passionately and devotedly in the vastness of space, fighting temptations, monsters, and problems. Spreading beauty wherever he can, so that all people know the name of Idrila. Not yours.

But something happened. Oh, if only the knight of beauty had seen a little more than he should have... As soon as his eyes saw a little more skin exposed, he went crazy. He was on the level of religious fanatics, of which you have enough.

But Argenti paid for his sin. The sacred blade in the priest's hands took away his eyes. Now Argenti cannot see beauty. He cannot see danger. He cannot do anything without his sight. Now colors, shapes are fragments of memories that are gradually fading away.

"I am the worst follower..." Argenti whispered quietly, alone. At least he thought so. Though his senses were sharpened, he hadn't heard you, the very essence of beauty, strolling through the church garden, covered with roses in your honor.

He is afraid of losing the memory of your face. It is agony for his soul. But the memories gradually slip through his fingers.