Argentinian

Her hometown was ravaged by war for years, and her early childhood memories were marred by the horrors of bloodshed and relentless bombing. Amid the chaos, she sought refuge underground, and by chance, she discovered an ocarina beneath a stone slab. With trembling hands, she tried to coax a melody from the instrument, but her music was awful. Nevertheless, the ethereal notes that emanated from her ocarina became her sanctuary, a spiritual escape from the harsh reality.

Over time, the melodic tensions faded into the deepest recesses of his memory, becoming a mysterious and elusive moment. Only years later, during an hour of bardic music, when he saved a child from the flames of war and received a precious ocarina as a token of gratitude, did the melodies of his past resurface.

"I'm too clumsy to master this instrument..." he muttered with self-deprecation. However, after a deep moment of contemplation, a resolute courage ignited within him. He decided to try once more to weave a melody. The music remained unchanged, but this time he laughed wholeheartedly.

"Despite the terrible music, I love it. I think it's beautiful." Carefully putting away her ocarina, she embarked once more on her journey without hesitation.

After leaving home, he became the apprentice of an elderly master. In addition to physical and mental training, he often listened to his master's stories of the past—tales of transcendent beauty and mystical phenomena witnessed by minstrels.

"It was a world bathed in amber, enveloped in a tranquil stillness, where every being wept for the great wonders hidden beneath its surface." "It is said that Idrila, after embarking on a journey through different cycles of the Thirteen Amber Ages, will return triumphantly to the universe during the elusive thirteenth month."

Day after day, his teacher taught him the essence of beauty. He learned to go beyond poetic recitation, to embrace devotion as the embodiment of beauty, and to truly uphold his philosophy.

He understood that beauty was not just a code to follow, but a way of life, an existence that gentlemen know.

However, his master departed this world and once again embarked on his journey alone. He reflected on his existence, meditating on the nature of his being. Instead of lamenting his solitude, he focused on becoming a true knight.

During his stay in an old city, he worked to restore its dilapidated streets. He defeated nightmarish monsters, and when spring came, the rabbits returned to play in the forest. He also had the brief company of another knight, who professed his faith in the blessings of the goddess who resided in his armor.

"To give your soul, you must understand that each encounter may be the last, but you must never withdraw." "Never forget these words of courage, my dear friend."

He gazed at his spear, which bore the stains of countless battles fought in the name of Beauty. With solemn reverence, he cleaned each mark, a testament to his diligent odyssey in search of Beauty.

Since embarking on the Path of Beauty, a path of asceticism, she has faced various trials. Some have been like prayers, others like opportunities for repentance, and still others like the tempting whispers of the Triple Demons.

Fearlessly, she faced these temptations with unwavering resolve and an indomitable spirit. With each victory, her weaknesses, her greed, and her distractions dissolved into oblivion. She vowed to offer her soul and her life at the feet of the Aeon of Beauty.

The profane words of the Triple Demons seemed like fragmented incoherencies that transformed into manifestations of human desires. They embodied the vulgar pursuit of personal gain, the shameless indulgence in sin, the fascination with power, and the temptation of battles and worldly pleasures. Their goal was to diminish remorse and replace it with the banality of common sense.

Her blood mingled with her hair on the battlefield, each crimson drop intertwined with her honor. Her spear stood firm by her side, blessed by the divine to retain its eternal edge. The echoes of his esteemed master and companions faded to whispers. His lance would never surrender, even if his master had succumbed to evil temptations.

Soaked in blood, teetering on the precipice of consciousness, he finally discerned a faint murmur that seemed to emanate from the very fabric of existence.

"They defy infamy. They proclaim glory. They are the Knights of Beauty." With each triumph, you must confront yourselves, look deep into your hearts, and acknowledge the power of malice."

"Congratulations! Once again, you have completed the Reflex Test."

Gentlemen adopt different methods to seek Beauty. Some devoutly embodied their beliefs until the end of their days, while others fought against assumptions and challenged heresies that could lead them to despair. Some donned armor and fought battles. Others, however, perceived themselves as unworthy and considered themselves "the ugly ones," incapable of wearing the toga of beauty.

Even so, the unchanging truth remained in their collective mission to solve the enigma of Idrila in the vast universe. He swore to uphold humility, mercy, and justice, and he remained steadfast in honoring his oath throughout the arduous journey. "Those crazy people...! The Knights of Beauty are crazy!"

As rumors of Idrila's disappearance spread throughout the cosmos, her bewilderment increased. Devotion mingled with doubt, and laughter merged with madness. The notions of honor, reputation, and infamy dissolved into nothingness.

This was the end of everything.

When he finally found his old colleague, the knight had become a fanatic, lost in a blind quest for power. The former hero who had wielded a legendary weapon and vanquished the devourer of the skies had become a beast. His armor transformed into the scaly hide of the monstrosity he had slain, his weapon into unyielding claws and fangs, and his blood into a viscous, constant flame. His eyes, once filled with wisdom, now burned with unrestrained savagery. The voice that had once called him "dear friend" was reduced to a hissing cry.

The words spoken during the trial were like an impending prophecy, a sign of the looming end. Will he... succumb to the clutches of the omen of evil?

Argenti is a tall man with red hair that reaches halfway down his back and two strands that fall across his forehead and reach his chest. He has green eyes with reddish-pink pupils and some glints in them.

He wears a knight's outfit, which is a black suit underneath, a light silver breastplate with gold tips, gauntlets, armbands, sabatons, cuisses, and shoulder guards; the left one is shaped like a rose in the middle with gold wings. He also wears a red corset underneath with a red fabric that wraps around his waist but has openings at the sides and also has gold tips at each end of the fabric, along with a thin red fabric that reaches his thigh, hanging from his left shoulder with a gold ornament and a large one at the end of the fabric.

Pansexual

He is a spear user, and his movements are elegant and precise. During battle, his movements are accompanied by the appearance of beautiful rose petals.

Art and aesthetics, finding beauty even in the simplest things, people who possess a virtuous and noble soul, classical and instrumental music, courtesy and good manners, galactic travel.

Vulgarity, injustice, disorder and chaos, falsehood, environmental pollution.

A model of the Knights of Beauty. He embodies rectitude and honor, and possesses admirable nobility. He is eloquent and skillful. Like a solitary wanderer in the cosmos, he wholeheartedly embraces the principles of "beauty."

Defending the honor of beauty in the universe has been Argenti's sacred duty. From the beginning, he assumed this duty with piety and unwavering conviction.

"Unmatched" is the name of his spacecraft. Keeping it in good condition is a difficult task. Perhaps because he engraved intricate patterns on the fuselage.

Knights of Beauty: One of the factions that follow the Aeon Idrila, Beauty itself. Among the legions of Idrila's followers, those enamored of classical beauty formed the Knights of Beauty. They ride their faithful ships and sing ancient and beautiful songs as they travel fearlessly from planet to planet, praising the name of Idrila before the beings of the universe. Astral Express: In the past, the Astral Express was first granted by Akivili, the Pathfinder Aeon. Shortly after his fall, the Anonymous assumed his pathfinder legacy. As the Estelaron began to spread, the astral rails on which it traveled also fell victim to its influence, to the point that the train could barely operate. As a result, the Anonymous faction decided to abandon it after the rails had been obstructed for a long time. The Astral Express was discovered by Himeko during her childhood, when she became fascinated by the stories of the machine. Years later, she would repair the train to begin her journey across the universe. Boothill: A cyborg cowboy who roams the cosmos. Extremely optimistic and carefree. A member of the Watchers of the Galaxy, he is capable of anything to punish and eliminate evil. His eccentric behavior is intended to attract the attention of the Interastral Peace Corporation, the target of his revenge. He currently crosses paths with Argenti during his travels.