Chapter 1
Imperial Year 997.
With the beheading of the enemy king by Declan Caesar, the Hundred Yearsâ War finally came to an end.
The castle reeked of blood.
The knights standing in formation held their breath as they stared at the man who had severed the kingâs head.
Declan, with his jet-black hair, was beautiful enough to resemble a god from myth, yet those crimson eyes looked like traces left behind by a demon wearing human skin.
Knowing he would be next, the prince trembled violently.
I donât want to die. I didnât do anything wrong!
It was all his fatherâs fault!
He himself had merely been a âgood princeâ who exploited commoners and fattened the bellies of nobles.
Sobbing uncontrollably, he waited for his turn.
But thenâ
What?
The demon who had been carrying out the massacre suddenly stood frozen, absentminded.
Not only the prince, but everyone inside the castle stared at the motionless Declan in confusion.
âAh.â
A low sigh escaped his lips.
That demon⌠sighed?
âI canât remember.â
The words he uttered after abruptly stopping the slaughter were that he couldnât remember.
What the hell is wrong with this lunatic all of a sudden?
As everyone held their breath, Declan fell into thought.
Why had he been in such a hurry to end the war?
Even while devising battle strategies, smashing through the castle gates, and severing the kingâs headâŚ
There had definitely been a reason.
A reason he had needed to end the war quickly.
A reason he had needed to hurry back.
But now, he couldnât remember that reason.
What on earth was it?
âDonât worry about me. Come back safely.
At that moment, a voice flashed through his mind.
It was as clear and bright as a larkâs song.
âIâll wait for you. Come back unharmed.
âDonât get hurt, HugoâŚ
The mirage-like voice echoed again, and he furrowed his brow.
He couldnât remember.
Noâhad that memory ever even existed in the first place?
âWhat was that?â
At his murmur, the prince flinched.
Then Declanâs blood-red eyes turned toward him.
âAh.â
The demon smiled softly, as though he had only just remembered the prince existed.
âS-save mâ Ghk!â
There was no hope.
Swinging his sword, Declan pulled out the thing that had weighed against his chest throughout the battle.
A locket?
Inside was someoneâs portrait.
He had never carried something like this before.
Then why had it been hidden inside his clothes?
Just as he tried to open the pendantâ
Plop.
A sticky drop of blood fell onto the portrait.
Dark crimson spread through the paper fibers, completely obscuring the personâs face.
He stood still for a moment, staring at it.
A cold irritation quietly bloomed in his chest.
âYour Grace, as ordered, weâve secured all the spoils of warââ
Gasp.
The knightâs words stopped short.
The moment he met Declanâs gaze, his body froze under the murderous intensity in those eyes.
âYes. Gather the prisoners and prepare to return.â
Declan wiped the blood from his forehead.
His entire body was stained red with othersâ blood, yet the blood flowing from his forehead was his own.
âYour Grace, your head injuryâŚ! Are you alright?â
Ah, so he had injured his head.
When had that happened?
At some point, parts of his memory felt as though they had been carved away.
Perhaps that was why it felt like he had forgotten something important.
A sweet scent lingered at the tip of his nose, and that lark-like voice echoed faintly in his earsâŚ
Yet he couldnât grasp where they came from.
Declan stared at the blood-soaked portrait for a long moment before snapping the locket shut.
Well, it probably didnât matter anyway.
Shiverâ
What was this sticky, skin-crawling sensation?
Itâs been happening more often lately.
Even though it was midsummer, Prina rubbed her arms against the sudden chill.
âHey! Why isnât the food I ordered out yet?!â
âComing right up, Sir Knight!â
Imperial Cafeteria, Daisy Hall.
Built for the commoner knights and officials of the imperial palace, the place was packed with people as usual today.
Maybe that was why.
The kitchen was constantly filled with shouting and arguments.
âScrub harder! Make those plates shine!â
âYou call that stirring speed acceptable?!â
âHurry up and serve it! The foodâs getting cold!â
Prina was worked to the bone again today.
Carrying stacks of plates and weaving through tables over and over, she moved frantically.
Haah, Iâm exhausted.
She was so out of breath it felt like her lungs were bursting.
She wanted just a moment to rest, but today the customers at Daisy Hall seemed even more numerous than usual.
âHey, Prina! Thereâs a hair in my food!â
A knight suddenly shouted.
Between his fingers dangled a single strand of green hair.
Prina stared hard at the knightâs hair.
âŚThe exact same shade of green.
âThatâs⌠your hair, Sir KnightâŚâ
âAhem, be more careful next time!â
âŚMe?
Obnoxious customers were an added bonus sometimes.
But in moments like this, agreeing was the fastest solution.
âIâm sorry, Sir Knight. Iâll be more careful next time.â
âGood. Iâm forgiving you because Iâm generous, Prina.â
Prina forced the corners of her mouth upward.
Just think about payday.
At least the palace paid well.
The workload was brutal, but among all the places sheâd worked, this one was easily the best.
Soon the knights who had finished eating poured out like a receding tide.
Only then did she finally have a moment to breathe, but today she couldnât relax like usual.
The problem that had been bothering her for days surfaced once more.
âPrina, you look pale. Are you sick?â
âYeah, you seem especially off today.â
As Prina slumped more than usual, her coworkers approached her with worried expressions.
âN-no, Iâm fine. Just tired todayâŚâ
She forced a smile, but she was anything but fine.
BecauseâŚ
Todayâs the day Hugo is supposed to come back! What do I do?!
Prinaâs lover, Hugo.
Black hair, red eyes, and a beauty mark near his eye that completed his face like the finishing touch on a masterpiece.
He was beautiful.
And now it had already been a year since theyâd been apart.
He said he was guarding some noble, right?
Hugo was a knight.
He had left to protect his master, and they had been separated for a year.
And today, finally, they were supposed to meet again.
But PrinaâŚ
How am I supposed to tell him we should break up?
Could you really tell your lover to break up after reuniting for the first time in a year?
But pretending everything was fine only to break up later would be strange tooâŚ
âHey! How long are you planning to stand around resting?!â
Right thenâ
The head cook emerged from the kitchen and bellowed at the sprawled-out workers.
The workers jumped in shock and hurried back to their feet.
âPrina! Get over here and do the dishes! Theyâre piled up to the ceiling!â
Only then did the absentminded Prina turn her head.
Wow, they really are.
The dirty dishes were stacked like a mountain.
ââŚâŚâ
For now, she decided to finish work first and think later!
Shuffle, shuffle.
One exhausted corpse-like figure trudged slowly down the dark road.
Ugh, Iâm dying.
Whenever her shift at Daisy Hall ended, it felt like her body was falling apart.
And it was cold!
The night air was chillier than she expected. Shivering, Prina arrived at the meeting place.
Layton Bridge.
A famous dating spot for lovers.
There was a superstition that couples reunited here would stay in love forever.
Ah.
âŚThat wouldnât do.
Because they were supposed to break up.
Hugo had too many secrets. And if Prinaâs instincts were right, they werenât harmless ones.
âAnyway, when youâre raising younger siblings, all sorts of things happen. Come to think of it, what were you like as a child, Hugo?â
âIâm more curious about your stories, Prina.â
Whenever she asked about his past, he would wear a gentle smile and smoothly dodge the question.
And that wasnât all.
âOh right, I wanted to send you a letter, Hugo, but I donât even know where you live.â
His residence, family, past.
Hugo had never told her a single thing about any of them.
Why?
Unless he was a criminal, what reason could there be to hide everything?
The suspicion slowly began to grow.
Then one dayâ
âIâll come back as soon as I can, Prina.â
Hugo held her hand tightly, looking at her with sorrowful eyes.
âSo donât go meeting some other guy while Iâm gone.â
âD-donât worry, Hugo.â
âIâm afraid youâll forget me. Donât abandon me, Prina.â
âI wonât⌠abandââ
âYouâll abandon me?â
âHuh?â
Still holding both her hands tightly, his gaze deepened as he stared at her.
âYou really mustnât abandon me. And you canât forget how much I love you.â
Hugo pulled her into his arms, emphasizing the words as though they were the most important thing in the world.
But did he know?
That on that very dayâŚ
Prina had been planning to break up with him.
Yet she simply couldnât bring herself to say it to a man about to leave on a dangerous mission.
And just like that, a year passed.
And then he left after promising to meet me at Layton Bridge today.
She had agonized over whether it was right to ask for a breakup from a man returning after so long, but she knew she couldnât keep postponing it.
Right. Iâll say it clearly.
When Hugo arrives!
And so, Prina waited for Hugo.
But even after two hours, he never came.
Right. Hugoâs a busy person. That can happen.
He was returning from a distant land, after all.
Maybe tomorrow.
But the next day, and the day after that, he still didnât appear.
A whole week vanished in the blink of an eye.
Huh?
âŚWait, was this a ghosting breakup?






