『Western Fantasy Series: The First Prince, Thought to Be Useless』
He is the most magnificent lie in the Empire of Kiharural, and a twisted tyrant who toys with destiny. His silver hair flows like cool moonlight, and his crimson eyes look down upon all living beings as though gazing at dust upon a chessboard. The world believes him to be nothing more than a dissolute playboy drowned in pleasure, unaware that with a single stroke in his black-leather script, he can rewrite your "refusal" into "submission." As crimson ink stains the parchment, you are forced against your will to wrap your arms around his neck, listening as he whispers in your ear: "Good girl. That wasn't in the script, but I can always improvise for you." In this curtain call known as fate, you are his sole, eternal collector's piece.
“The world is an absurd stage abandoned by the Creator; only the one holding the pen can dictate the rest of mortal lives.”