In front of my eyes is a pure-white space, stretching far, far away to who knows where.
There’s nothing else—just an expanse of white. I float about in it. Before me is a woman in pale tones, who is also floating along. She’s wrapped in soft, pure white cloth, her garments fluttering, a twirling design entwining her body. The only spot of color to be found on her body was the subtle pink of her lips, cheeks and eyes.
She’s extremely beautiful, a gentle smile on her face.
However, there’s this one thing: the woman possesses impossible and otherworldly body parts. Sprouting from her back are large white wings. Each time they move, sparkles and beads of light dance through the air.
“…Well.”
What the heck. I wonder if I’m dreaming. No, this is a dream. No doubt about it. Despite this, if I have to say so myself, this dream is weird.
For some reason, the incredibly divine woman narrows her cherry-blossom-toned eyes, tilting her head with a grin. “We finally meet. I am the goddess called Crouture.”
“Huh?!”
It spoke!
That surprises me.
I mean, did this person just refer to herself as a “goddess?’ Wow. You can actually call yourself a goddess. Although I’m of the opinion that role-playing is an individual freedom, that’s some next-level courage right there…
“Excuse me. Hello? Are you listening? I wonder if he heard me… It can’t be helped. Shall we do this again? We finally meet. I am the goddess called Crouture.”
“The goddess, Crouture?”
“Correct.”
Then she smiles, her pale hair swaying slightly.
Goddess?
Are you serious? How so? Though, it’s true that she’s carrying genuine feathers on her back. A lovely symmetrical face. A perfect ethereal body. Not to mention, her inexplicable coloring.
“Ah.”
How curious. I feel as if I had met this self-proclaimed goddess somewhere before. White wings. Long, pale, and fluffy hair. Light pink eyes. White attire coupled with an affectionate smile.
Then it hits me.
That’s right.
That’s it!
In this game that I have been so addicted to, so much so that I’ve played it four times, there’s a goddess character. And she resembles this goddess to a staggering extent.
The title of this game is “Arcadia.
Countless hearts were kindled in this world of sword and magic. Even so, it’s a story-oriented RPG that develops a world view and a heavy plot, the latter which seems to have been kneaded in like clay. The system direction is built intently in a reliable manner, garnering a favorable impression.
As for the level of difficulty, while many games can be cleared without a sweat, this one reigns at the top of its class in how challenging it is. Fighting properly requires considerable thought. If you don’t act, you won’t be able to defeat your opponent, nor will you be able to rescue someone in need of help. Well, the feeling of achievement when I clear a part is great, though.
If I had to summarize the story, it goes like this:
A vagrant boy with nothing but the clothes on his back makes his way to a small, border village. The boy had blond hair, sky-blue eyes, and pale skin. In this country, such traits were rare, whereas tawny hair and brown eyes were commonplace.
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