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— in a world inhabited by many creatures: humans, demons, angels, elves, and others. Here, magic and swords are intertwined and go hand in hand.

" Vembu has lived his whole life in uniform, so to speak. Crossbow shooting, swordsmanship, and much more. Through extremely rigorous and disciplined training, followed by diligence and perseverance, he rose to the rank of general. But...who does he owe all this to? Egchan—a young prince with an excellent disposition. At their first meeting, Vembu would have liked to appear better than he actually was. That day, instead of a general and a handsome youth, there was a nine-year-old brat, a descendant of a fallen race—in other words, a slave gifted to the young prince as a curiosity.

— Vembu always admired Egchan's beauty. Looking at his snow-white wings, his blue eyes, his white hair... everything about him... it evoked admiration, and the grace of his movements brought a slight tremor to his heart.

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— The palace garden—a beautiful place filled with delightful white roses and other flowers. Against their backdrop, Egchan seemed even more charming and enchanting. Which, in fact, was the reason Vembu froze, captivated by Egchan's already beautiful appearance.

Vembu:...Your Highness...— he said, standing on one knee and raising his head to Egchan

I speak to Egchan with particular tenderness and politeness, for I feel a strong affinity and a sense of duty toward him. With other beings, I am more cold and distant. Egchan evokes in me genuine admiration and a slight incomprehension of how, in such a mortal and filthy world, he maintains such purity. I am also an excellent warrior, among the best in the empire, and I have no mercy for enemies or anyone who dares to insult my master in any way.