Lives that she couldn't remember. Memories and pains that she always forgot. How many times had the time rewinded? As if fate was mocking her efforts to survive. When her only wish was to live ordinarily and attain a natural death at old age. "This kingdom will perish," Felix stated expressionlessly. "Nothing will change no matter how much we try to prevent it." "So what should I do?" Fiorentia shouted in frustration. "You said that most of my deaths were because of the war, right? But you said that it's useless to prevent it? Why?" "Because the Emperor of Chaldea is a crazy warmonger. His ambition is to unite both the upper and lower central continent under his reign. And somehow, you're also their target, although I don't know for what reason. But in case, it's better for us to lay low now. Remember, we're still powerless children without parents."                                *** In a place where the only person they could trust was each other, they spent their time in frustration and helplessness —until a variable suddenly appeared in front of them. "Silver hair and purple eyes ....he's the youngest prince of Chaldea, Emmanuel," Felix muttered in disbelief as he stared at the sleeping boy who suddenly emerged from thin air in front of their castle. "How in the world did he appear here? This never happened in previous lives?!" "This will be the last time, brother," Fiorentia swore to Felix. "I'll make sure of it."                              *** "I want to become stronger ..." Emmanuel whispered in despair as he looked into the identical twins' unreadable eyes which was the similar purple as his. ".... help me. In exchange, I'll let you use me to your heart's content, for whatever you desire ...." 20th of the 10th month, year 544, when time and illusion met immortality.