“Make the three Princes yours. Entangle them in desire, and bring about their ruin.”
In an era cursed by the Great Witch, a dancer named Len received an imperial command she cannot refuse.
As the fate promises only death to her, there is but one way to survive,
To remember who she truly is.
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“Now, then…” With trembling eyes I could no longer control, I looked up at the Emperor. Upon that placid face, a smile honed like a scar from a blade carved deep. “Would you dance for the Princes?”
Right in that instant, I could feel it. I had become a pawn on a vast, cruel chessboard.
A long-forgotten prophecy hummed in my ears: “The music of fate has already begun. Will you flee… or will you dance?”
No.
Neither will I flee nor dance to another’s tune.
This time, I shall bring the music to an end.
With my own two hands.
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