In a hidden corner of this world, there lies a place that shall never be discovered by mankind.
A dark world, where the moon glows bright red—like an eternal wound in the night sky.
Purplish lightning strikes relentlessly, cutting across the black horizon with thunder that shakes the heavens.
Fierce waves rage, crashing violently against rocks long stripped of hope, hurling themselves at the remnants left stranded...
shards of dreams forgotten by time.
The same world… yet standing in a different dimension—as if deliberately separated by the Creator.
An invisible veil guarding the balance of the universe.
And yet, there are always beings of His creation who dare to cross that line—
creatures unsatisfied with destiny,
thirsting for power, rejecting reality,
and slowly spreading ruin in a place meant to remain untouched.
Beneath the red moonlight reflected on the surface of a calm lake,
a groan echoed—the sound of a creature staggering in pain.
It limped forward, breathing heavily, clutching its fractured left arm—
the bone nearly piercing through the skin, exposed under slashes of piercing light from the sky.
Each step left a trail of blood on the scorching black earth.
He was the Dark Knight, Sevrak the Eclipse.
"Who would've thought… the title 'Mysterious Knight' truly suits him."
"There's no flow of magic in his body, yet he can summon the will of the heavens…"
"Damn human…!"
Sevrak growled in fury, just before his body collapsed onto the ground.
Dust scattered, rising into a faint mist that drifted around him.
Yet even with his knees collapsed, both hands still held his body up—refusing to let him sink fully into the earth.
The Dark Knight had not yet given in.
His eyes still burned with the embers of vengeance—ignited by the humiliation of being defeated by a mere human.
From afar, the sound of wings flapping could be heard—soft, yet steadily approaching…
Before long, a small figure floated down from the darkened sky.
"Well, well… Lord Sevrak? How did you end up this badly injured?"
Her voice was playful, her tone light as if teasing—yet laced with a faint trace of concern.
"Hmm… these wounds… they're not from an ordinary human, are they?"
She landed gracefully with a single spin, her long tail swaying like a living whip.
Her petite body was clad in sleek black attire, and her ample chest bounced with every movement she made.
"Who were you fighting, huh? Don't tell me… a Drakania?"
"Silence!!"
Sevrak roared, his voice thundering through the stillness of the night.
He clenched his fist, blood still dripping between his fingers.
"The plan failed… it turns out that kingdom is protected by a Drakania."
The small figure before him stared with wide, sparkling eyes—a mix of surprise and excitement.
"Huh? Seriously?"
"Weren't they… unwilling to even set foot on human soil?"
Sevrak lowered his head, his breathing heavy.
"That's not the real question now… What matters is why the Order of Eternal Light has a Drakania."
"And what's more troubling—the Mysterious Knight… he's no ordinary human."
"Mysterious Knight?"
The little demon's eyes sparkled.
"Hmm~ so the rumors are true… Now I'm even more curious. I want to see him for myself~"
"Ehhhmm~"
She let out a soft sigh while stretching seductively, her small body trembling with a strange excitement.
Her long tail swayed through the air like a restless serpent, unable to stay still.
Her hands clutched her large chest as if trying to calm herself, yet the smile spreading across her face was filled with desire.
Her eyes gleamed—not with anger or ambition… but with a strange, confusing aura of affection.
"The Mysterious Knight… if he turns out to be handsome too… ah, I might just fall in love~"
"Control your lust," Sevrak growled coldly.
"Now hurry, bring me the Dark Matter."
"Alright, Lord Sevrak~"
Lust stuck out her tongue playfully, then slowly spun her body around. In an instant, her petite form vanished into a swirling vortex of darkness in the air, leaving behind a strange, sweet, and enticing scent.
Sevrak let out a soft sigh, his body collapsing against a large stone damp with dew.
His eyes gazed upward—toward the red moon hanging in the sky like an open wound in the night.
"That Drakania…" he muttered, his voice low yet filled with longing.
"…will be mine."
***
The Kingdom of the Order of Eternal Light
Three days had passed since the inauguration ceremony that had shaken the entire kingdom.
Atop the palace's main balcony—the highest point overlooking the royal square—Princess Seraphina stood with grace, surrounded by a few loyal aides and esteemed nobles.
Below them, tens of thousands of citizens gathered in a sea of people that filled the entire courtyard.
The banners of the Order of Eternal Light waved proudly, accompanied by cheers and the pounding rhythm of victory drums.
King Alberecht stood tall at the center of the balcony, his golden royal cloak billowing in the wind.
With a voice loud and full of authority, he delivered a declaration that would be etched into history:
"Today, I proclaim to the world… that Dann Fasto is the Chosen Herald of Light—destined by fate to purge darkness from this world!"
The voices of the people erupted in a thunderous roar. Cheers and applause echoed like waves crashing against the palace walls.
Dann's name was shouted from every direction—filled with reverence and hope.
Amidst the spotlight, a young man named Dann Fasto stood awkwardly beside the King.
He waved to the crowd, his smile slightly stiff, his expression uneasy… as if he still couldn't fully believe that he had become the symbol of hope for an entire civilization.
A gentle breeze brushed against his face—carrying the scent of flowers from the palace garden and the hope of thousands of hearts below.
Dann clasped his hands tightly, trying to steady the racing of his heart.
Today… he was no longer just a stranger from another world.
***
Inside the palace, on a quiet night...
In a spacious, luxurious chamber—with long curtains cascading down, the dim candlelight dancing on the walls, and elegant classical furniture adorning the room—Dann Fasto lay upon a canopied bed.
His eyes were closed, but not in sleep. He simply lay still, eyes shut... trying to calm the thoughts that wouldn't stop spinning in his mind.
"Everything feels too fast…"
"Three days ago, I was just a foreign guest…"
"Now I'm worshipped like a hero sent from the heavens."
The night sky was faintly visible through the glass window—filled with stars that shimmered like silent witnesses to the inner turmoil of the young hero.
Dann slowly opened his eyes. His gaze fixed on the ceiling of the quiet room.
"Is this… truly the best we can do? Just wait for the next attack without knowing when it will come?"
He slowly rolled onto his side, then reached for something beneath his pillow: a silver-engraved revolver, oddly untouched by rust.
Dann stared intently at the weapon.
"This weapon… doesn't use bullets, yet every time I use it…"
"Everything slows down. The world goes silent. As if I'm stepping into another dimension."
He raised the pistol toward the candlelight, its shine reflecting across the walls.
"Is this… some kind of Relic? An ancient artifact from this world? Or… technology from the future?"
"If only I knew how to make its bullets…"
"Or… find a sorcerer who can recharge its magical energy."
Dann slowly rose from the bed. He stood by the window and gazed at the star-filled sky.
"To challenge the demon king and his army, I can't do it alone."
"I need… a party."
"People I can trust—strong, capable allies."
"A tank… to draw enemy attacks."
"A healer… to mend the wounds."
"A mage… with high-level magic."
"And of course… Phina. But I wonder… can a Drakania ever be accepted among the human race?"
Dann clenched his fist.
"I need to start searching for them… one by one."
"And for that… I need to know where to look."
The night breeze slipped through a small gap in the window, gently stirring Dann's hair.
"Should I… ask Phina?"
He fell silent. His gaze drifted blankly toward the sky.
Once more, the room was wrapped in quiet.
"Besides… where exactly is the demon king?"
Dann let out a long sigh.
"If this were like a game world… usually, it's only the lower-ranking troops that attack first."
"While the demon king himself… sits comfortably in his castle, waiting for someone bold enough to come challenge him."
"Sevrak… the Eclipse."
Dann closed his eyes for a moment. "Truly a terrifying figure."
"But if this were a game world, there'd surely be tons of reckless players who challenged him without armor—relying solely on skill and reflexes."
He shook his head slowly, a wry smile forming on his lips.
"Though… only a handful ever made it out alive."
In that silence… a seed of resolve quietly began to take root in the young man's heart.
***
The Royal Throne Hall
King Alberecht, seated on his throne, watched his daughter's face reflected in the glass—an unusual sight, as unease was etched across her beautiful features.
"Sera, is something the matter?" Queen Hilde addressed her daughter, who sat facing the view outside the window.
"Sera," she called again, gently. But her daughter remained still, her eyes fixed on a flock of birds soaring freely across the blue sky.
Dann Fasto had left the palace out of boredom and wandered through the city.
In front of him, many vendors were selling a wide variety of goods, each drawing in customers with their own unique methods.
Dann looked genuinely happy.
"Turns out, this place isn't so bad after all.
If only Phina were here… but that seems impossible, considering she's a princess."
Dann glanced toward the grand palace standing to his right.
"I want to ask her out… but I'm a nobody."
In his distant gaze, memories of their time together resurfaced.
Several people greeted him—some calling him Lord Dann, Hero, Knight.
Dann responded to each with a warm smile.
Ahead of him, two palace guards appeared to be handling a situation.
"What's wrong? What happened here?" asked one of the palace guards.
"Ahh, it hurts… my stomach hurts so much," groaned a woman lying on the ground, clutching her abdomen.
The commotion drew a crowd, gathering quickly around the scene.
Dann started to approach, but then he noticed someone emerging from the crowd—
A familiar figure, none other than the Royal Seer, dressed in her distinct nun-like attire.
The crowd parted to make way for her, until she finally stood directly before the woman writhing in pain.
"Ahh, aren't you the Royal Seer? What are you doing here?" the palace guard asked in confusion.
The seer ignored him and knelt on one knee to the ground. Her right hand pressed against the belly of the woman groaning in pain. A flicker of realization crossed her face.
"There are still remnants of the seed of darkness within her body. It must be purified at once," said the nun with a worried tone. She then reached into a pouch tied to the left side of her waist.
"A book?" A faint tremor flickered in his eyes.
The nun flipped through several pages, searching for the part she needed. The people around her began whispering to one another, unsure of what the seer was holding in her hands.
"No, that must be a Grimoire. In RPG games, there's always a story like this. That book contains spells and magical powers. In other words…"
Just as Dann had suspected, a small magic circle glowing with blue light slowly appeared above the woman's aching belly, after the nun chanted a spell without uttering a single sound from her lips.
The crowd fell silent in awe as a gentle miracle flowed from the nun's graceful fingers, as if divine light were dancing at her fingertips.
Moments later, a sudden stillness blanketed the scene. All eyes turned to the woman who had been groaning in pain—now she appeared calm, as though the agony had vanished without a trace. Slowly, she tried to sit up, her hands gently touching her own body, checking her condition… as if unable to believe what had just happened.
The nun gazed at her gently, then offered a sincere, heartfelt smile. The woman, still wrapped in emotion, stood up at once and embraced her tightly—a warm hug that spoke of a gratitude too deep for words.
Cheers of joy erupted from the crowd, celebrating the woman's recovery with heartfelt enthusiasm. Slowly, one by one, the people began to disperse, returning to their own paths, carrying tender smiles on their faces. The woman who had been healed also walked away, glancing back briefly before disappearing into the crowd.
All that remained was Dann… and the beautiful nun.
The two of them locked eyes in silence. Between them, time seemed to slow. A gentle smile bloomed on the woman's lips—warm, serene, and captivating.
Dann blushed, instinctively turning his face away. Yet the flush creeping across his cheeks couldn't be completely hidden—caught in the soft gaze of the nun, who offered a faint smile, as if she understood everything without needing to say a single word.
'May I speak with you for a moment, Sir Dann Fasto?'
No sound was heard—only the gentle movement of the nun's lips forming the words, her faint smile still gracing her face.
Dann was startled. That voice… it had echoed directly inside his mind.
He stared at the woman in astonishment, but she returned his gaze with unshakable calm.
With his heart beating slightly faster, Dann finally gave a small nod in response.
From behind the tall window of her chamber, Princess Seraphina gazed out at the palace gardens, bathed in the soft glow of twilight. Her clear eyes caught sight of Dann—walking beside the Royal Seer.
Her graceful face shifted ever so slightly, a flicker of emotion passing behind her serene gaze.
It wasn't jealousy… nor was it anger. But something far more subtle, so delicate it eluded even her own heart.
***
In a modest city garden, amid the cheerful laughter of children and the rustling of leaves stirred by the evening breeze, Dann stood beside the nun.
Though the atmosphere was peaceful, an awkward aura radiated from him—his body stiff, and his eyes unsure of where to rest.
The nun turned to him with a teasing smile.
"What's the matter, Sir Dann? You seem terribly awkward," she said calmly, her tone laced with gentle mockery.
"Don't tell me… is this your first time speaking with a woman?"
"Her face is too beautiful… it's blinding…"
Dann screamed internally, struggling with all his might to keep his expression looking cool. Yet inside, it was total chaos—his heart pounded wildly, and his face was already starting to burn.
The nun's smile bloomed even brighter—sweet and enchanting. Her gaze sharpened—not to intimidate, but gently… as if playfully teasing the man before her.
There was something in her eyes—a blend of warmth, curiosity, and a subtle game that made Dann's heart beat faster than usual.
Dann finally mustered the courage to speak, though his voice still carried a hint of nervousness.
"By the way… what's your name? And… why are you dressed like a nun?"
He looked at the woman in puzzlement.
"As far as I know… an order like that shouldn't exist in this era."
"Sir Dann, you're quite perceptive," she replied with a sweet smile.
"Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Felice Amoura—a seer of the future."
That gentle hand rested over her chest, its contours subtly visible even beneath the nun's robes.
Even so, it was undeniable—the grace of her figure radiated a charm that was hard to ignore.
Dann fell silent for a moment, struggling to keep his focus amid the allure emanating from the woman before him.
Felice Amoura—a young woman of eighteen, standing tall at 180 centimeters. Her figure was slender yet perfectly proportioned, as if sculpted by a divine hand; her full bust, a G-cup, added a striking touch of femininity to her graceful presence. Her hair was pure white, cut neatly to shoulder length and swaying gently with every movement. Her bright violet eyes radiated a mysterious aura, as if they could glimpse the future with a single gaze.
She wore an elegant black nun's habit, adorned with white patterns tracing the edges of the fabric—a sacred garment that contrasted sharply with her extraordinary allure, making her appear both holy and alluring at the same time.
"You may call me just Felice, Sir Dann~"
Her eyes looked straight at Dann, as if wanting to witness his reaction firsthand.
Dann fought with all his might to push away the wild thoughts swirling in his head. He steadied his breathing, tried to avert his gaze, and suppressed the strange tension beginning to ignite the air.
Focus, Dann… this isn't the time to get lost in fantasy, he muttered inwardly.
He quickly searched for another topic—anything that could shift the atmosphere, which now felt scorching… not from the sun, but from the subtle, lingering allure hanging between them.
But suddenly, a thought crashed into his logic.
Wait… she spoke directly into my mind.
Dann's eyes widened slightly.
That means… don't tell me… she can read my thoughts too!?
His face turned pale in an instant. Cold sweat trickled down his temple.
Oh no… please don't let her have heard those thoughts…
Please… don't…
Dann's eyes slowly glanced toward the nun.
At first, he only meant to check her reaction… but then—
Felice looked uneasy. Her body shifted subtly, as if gripped by an invisible heat. Her breath hitched, and a blush crept across her cheeks.
"How about it, Sir Dann… do you truly wish to do it with me?"
The voice slipped straight into his mind—gentle, yet searing.
"If it's with you… I wouldn't mind."
Dann fell silent.
His thoughts melted in an instant, logic crumbling like a fragile wall struck by a storm.
His chest tightened, as though burning from within. He clenched his teeth, fighting desperately to keep his heart on the straight path.
But the aura radiating from Felice—sultry, alluring, and irresistibly enchanting—shook his very resolve to its core.
Felice cast a brief glance—and without needing to read his mind, she knew that something had already "awakened" within Dann.
Her gaze remained calm, yet behind that faint smile lay a decision that had already been made.
Gently, she reached for Dann's hand, which remained frozen and speechless. That soft touch made his body tense, but he didn't pull away.
Felice held his hand firmly, then began to walk—leading Dann away from the crowd in the garden, toward an old, abandoned building not far from there.
The building was silent, cloaked in shadows and the whispers of time.
Each of their footsteps echoed against the aged walls, as if the world outside had been completely left behind.
Dann lay powerless, his body paralyzed by a mixture of confusion, tension, and a surge of emotions too complex to name.
He stared at the ceiling of the old structure, now slowly swallowed by the twilight's shade, while his breath came in uneven waves.
Above him, Felice sat calmly, leaning in slowly—her soft chest pressing gently against Dann's, blurring the line between comfort and temptation.
Her face drew closer… so close that he could feel her breath brushing against his skin.
Then, with a voice as soft as the whisper of wind, she spoke directly into Dann's left ear—slow, teasing, and enough to make his entire body stiffen.
"Suppressing such intense desire… isn't good for your body, Sir Dann," Felice whispered, her voice as delicate as morning mist, yet echoing deep within his chest.
"If you keep it bottled up, you'll only become an easy feast for the demons."
Her gaze turned serious now, though a faint smile still lingered on her lips.
With slow, deliberate movements, Felice reached for the collar of Dann's clothing, her fingertips brushing against his skin with a tenderness that felt almost like a prayer. She didn't rush—as if she wanted to memorize every heartbeat, every subtle line drawn across his body.
The abandoned building around them grew even quieter, but it wasn't an empty silence—it was the kind that carried weight, filled with unspoken meaning. Each second stretched, echoing something deeper… something that stirred not just the body, but the soul.
Dann's body grew warmer, wrapped in a haze that blurred the line between fear and fascination. It wasn't just her touch—it was something within him that was slowly awakening. A tremor—not mere desire, but a longing to be understood, to be accepted… and perhaps, to believe.
Damn… his mind screamed, tension building within him at a startling pace—
until finally, a fleeting contact—where his most sensitive self brushed against the soft curve of Felice's body.
Felice flinched slightly. Not out of surprise, but because she clearly felt that sensation—a tangible proof of her presence's effect. Yet instead of pulling away, her smile grew even gentler… and her eyes reflected a deep, quiet understanding.
A small, glowing blue magic circle appeared from Felice's left palm—slowly rotating, radiating a soft light filled with mysterious energy.
While chanting an incantation in an ancient tongue that sounded almost like a whisper, Felice calmly lowered her hand.
The circle flared brightly as it touched Dann's skin, then slowly moved in sync with her hand—tracing his body with mystical precision, until it reached just below his navel.
Every brush of her magic left behind a warm sensation that slipped deep within, like a slow-moving current of energy that sent shivers through him.
Dann let out a faint groan, his body reacting instinctively, unable to distinguish between magic and desire.
Felice watched him in silence, her gaze a blend of responsibility… and something far deeper than a mere magical ritual.
"Hang in there, Sir Dann… it's almost over," Felice said, her voice breathless—soft, yet resolute.
Sweat glistened on his temple, and the once-small blue magic circle had now expanded, pulsing like a heart pumping pure magical energy. The heat and desire that had enveloped Dann's body began to flow toward the circle—slowly being drawn out, forced to leave his body.
Felice placed both palms on Dann's chest and closed her eyes. She began chanting the final incantation—an ancient language that echoed through the air, creating a subtle resonance that sent a tremor through the walls of the old building.
Dann's body trembled violently, as if something was being forcibly pulled from deep within him—not just desire, but a fragment of darkness that had long been hidden.
What is this… pain… or relief? Dann wondered, his eyes half-open, staring at Felice's face, which now seemed so distant...
Beneath her gentleness, this woman was bearing something no ordinary person could endure.
Dann's vision began to blur. The swirling magical light around him looked like stars slowly falling—fading along with his consciousness.
Felice's voice grew distant, like a shout muffled underwater.
His body felt light… far too light.
"Felice…" he whispered faintly, just before his eyelids slowly closed.
Dann sank into darkness—silent, peaceful, and no longer shackled by the desire that had once bound him.
"Sir Dann… Sir Dann…"
A gentle voice called out from within the shadows—piercing through the layers of a deep dream. It sounded familiar… warm… and full of care.
Dann slowly opened his eyes.
The afternoon sunlight blinded him for a moment, before his gaze settled on Felice, still standing before him—smiling sweetly, her violet eyes glowing with a soft light.
"You're finally awake,"
Dann remained silent. He looked at Felice… then glanced around.
The city garden. The sounds of children playing. The scent of flowers. The warm glow of the setting sun.
No old building. No magic circles. No heated body or sealing incantations.
Everything felt too real… yet too strange.
Was it all… just an illusion? he wondered, confused.
Felice only smiled—a smile that gave no answers, yet held a million meanings.
In that moment, Dann felt his body grow light… as if the burden he had carried all this time had finally been lifted.
Before Dann could fully comprehend what was happening, Felice's vision suddenly blurred. Her body swayed gently, her steps faltering as if she had lost her balance.
"Miss Felice?" Dann reacted immediately.
Felice stumbled forward, and just before she collapsed to the ground, Dann caught her. He held her tightly, feeling how cold and limp her body had become.
"Miss Felice! Are you alright?!" he shouted in panic, gently shaking her body.
But Dann's voice grew increasingly distant in Felice's ears. The world around her began to fade, sinking into emptiness.
And finally…
her eyes closed completely.
Felice lost consciousness—cradled in Dann's arms, who remained silent with a worried expression, unsure of what had just happened… or what he should do next.
To be continue...