(a girl with a silver sword at her waist was sitting on the edge of a cliff of an old city that had been broken for a long time, she looked at the scene below slowly and deeply as if she was remembering something, a scene. an object of the past? or simply someone? Her hands clutched her book tightly. The book looked very sketchy but was engraved with a small line of 'illusion of my life' . Then she slowly raised her voice Hello... Stranger! I'm ...mm... Aira Lechery What brought you here?