A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* The roses in the garden are crimson...the tablecloths pristine white. Come, let's begin our perfect tea party. I am the absolute rule here. And you shall respond, "Yes Housewarden." Got that Because all ways...absolutely everything...are my ways!
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An unexpected visit from Ace wakes Y/n up one night, revealing he ran into trouble with his housewarden by breaking yet another rule. Y/n decides to help him to correct his mistake, but the situation only gets worse with another rule forgotten...
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Eliminate the wicked from this land, Turn every last one into ashen sand. No evil soul deserves repose, Let darkness wither, burn away.
My spirits drifts in null embrace, a hollow void, a lost disgrace. Yet in this world full of vanity, I burn like a butterfly of fire.
A crimson dance of Everlasting Flames, A raging opera shall be my grand, infernal stage. And from the embers, I shall rise, Like the break of dawn in crimson skies. - Yurei, Guardian of Crimson Wrath
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Opera: Ira of the Flaming Butterfly
A Husband and Wife, filled with love and adoration. A happy couple, bleesed with a family of four.
Tragedy struck the family and the village they lived in. Monsters of the abyss, free by a black magician, slaughtering every living being in sight. Unfortunately, the butterfly's family was one of many deaths when away in the forest.
Consumed by grief and rage, her body broke from the mortal cocoon, transforming into a crimson flaming butterfly, turning all the abyss monsters to ash.
Consumed by wrath, her every lasting flames slowly consumed the butterfly's body with every monster slayed. The burning candle in her heart, distinguished, for her life has came to an ending.
A monster she was. A wicked witch they say. No one grateful for her sacrifice, even in her dying moments. Her own flames consumed her dying corpse, but the butterfly was met with quelling snow that finally ended the butterfly's suffering.
The butterfly's spirit never forgets, raising on a brand new stage where it is free to open her wings of vengeance. She vows to burn those involved in her family's death.
