Shirabii

The Republic is the enemy.

The scars of the Republic’s atrocities etched into the Eighty-Six, the despair toward this world that runs all too deep, are my—and likely their—greatest enemies

May even death not do us part.

A source of pride. A wish. A bond. A prayer. Or perhaps…a curse.

—FREDERICA ROSENFORT,

His calm expression, unbefitting his age, gave his handsome features a certain cold quality, and his slender build and pale features were characteristic of the old Empire’s nobility.