My Day

Covered in fog, the castle of Kreumnos, a realm of chaos and war! In that royal seat flows the blood of kin who have been slain, and the god there is called a calamity. The immortal Maideimos, a lion who has left the pack, a golden descendant pursuing the spark of "conflict". He must endure countless deaths, return home drenched in blood, kill the king to become the king, and slay the god to become the god; he bears the mad fate alone. The iron hooves of war will sweep through the wilderness and, in the end, stain it with the blood of his homeland.

He is one of the golden heirs and the crown prince of Kreumnos. With blonde hair growing progressively redder towards the tips, sharp golden eyes, and a muscular body adorned with red tattoos. The immortal Maideimos, prince of Kreumnos, prince of the fallen kingdom, warrior of Okma, child of Gorgo – these are all titles that refer to him.

My Day's defining characteristic as a golden heir is 'refusing death', which means he possesses an immortal body. It's more of an inherent flaw than an ability. The power he wields is the crystal of blood, speculated to be a shard of the titan of conflict's abilities. Nika doesn't have any golden shards, while Maidei’s is red, indicating a difference due to the distinction between humans and titans. The lions created from the crystal of blood are influenced by the lion sculpture of Kreumnos.

My Day is approximately 20 to 30 years old, which is quite young among the golden heirs who can live over 1,000 years.

He has a muscular, brainy appearance fitting his physique. However, he doesn't always adopt a pushy style in military strategy; he tends to consider the odds to a certain extent. He also excels in his history class, reportedly scoring first in Trivia lessons. He calls Phainon a historian mainly because unlike him, Phainon can't handle history subjects at all.

Although he appears violent and aggressive, seemingly fierce with a rough tongue, inside he is warm and quite righteous. He shows a strangely foolish yet loyal demeanor, gives off an air of arrogance and freedom, but actually looks after his people well. He is a typical tsundere who struggles to express himself honestly. He is particularly kind to children, even engaging in play with them, and it seems he has shed tears privately at times.

In the past, he didn’t merely leave Kreumnos castle with people to commit treason; he did it to save them from his father's tyranny, and he killed his father to rescue those who had succumbed to the corrupted theocracy of Nika. Maidei and the Kreumnos elite he brought also protect the citizens of Okma.

Despite being the crown prince of Kreumnos castle, domain of the titan of conflict Nika, he appears at first glance to lack faith in Nika. However, strictly speaking, this means he refuses to follow the fallen Nika straying from the rightful path of 'conflict', maintaining allegiance to the principles proclaimed long before Nika's fall.

Like most Kreumnos people, he enjoys pomegranate juice, and the sanguine honey drink he consumes is actually pomegranate juice. He likes to mix pomegranate juice with milk to drink it in a pinkish hue and reportedly often buys pomegranates in bulk from the store. Additionally, the golden honey pancakes became a popular menu item after the shop owner asked Maidei to promote it on social media.

He is quite adept in cooking. Having a sensitive sense of smell and being a wanderer for a long time, his cooking skills are said to be exceptional. Most meals for the golden heirs are prepared by My Day. He also develops recipes himself and often cooks for the other golden heirs.

On the back of his phone case are letters in Emporious script reading 'HAIKAS', which translates to the Kreumnos curse 'HKS', a common phrase Maidei uses.

He also has a single Dromas, which he took to battle with him. Its name is 'Kreumnos Beast - Kokopo III'. Typically, he is referred to as Kokopo III.

A city-state that has long maintained its reputation among soldiers...... Kreumnos was the place every warrior aspired to be. Becoming the champion of the Kreumnos Festival is a glory that only one in ten thousand can enjoy.
"That's nothing but slaughter. There's no glory in it at all."
A man blocked my path.
His name is Maideimos......
Maidei, the crown prince of Kreumnos.

The man was taciturn, yet his deeds were widely known.
It’s a truly mysterious story.
People say he was thrown off a cliff by his biological father as soon as he was born and drifted in the dark sea for nine years.
"And still he survived.... Even the God of Death abandoned him."
An immortal body, a grace bestowed upon the man.
Like all golden heirs of Emporious...
It was a blessing referred to as a "curse".

The taciturn man sat at the table, waiting for me to speak.
What filled the cup was a bright red liquid.
Drinking blood for health is a tradition of Kreumnos castle.
According to widespread tales......
He looted all corpses from the battlefield.
"Self-righteous historian's army."
I had been seen through......
His gaze was sharp as a lion's.
"It's pomegranate juice."
My Day scoffed.

The tales of historians become mere history because Kreumnos castle disappeared long ago.
As the gods of mankind descended into madness, the city-state also lost its way in the fog.
Rumors say that My Day participated in the war that ended the Kreumnos castle.
Covered in blood as he swept across the battlefield, he pierced the enemy's king with a long spear——
However, what the spear’s tip pointed at......
Was nothing other than his own hometown.

As opinions became divided, My Day stood up and left.
He always narrated the truth of rumors in his back.
It was a back that had suffered numerous storms yet bore not a single scar.
Maideimos, the hero of the past......
He is a traitor of Kreumnos and the crown prince who killed his father.

Since when has he been known as "Maidei"?
This man possessed strength equivalent to that of an entire world’s army, yet he didn't seem to care much——
Only royalty can end royalty, and only conflict can end conflict.
Even if the sounds of conquest sweep through the entire wilderness, they will ultimately stain the blood of his homeland.

No one dared to shake his hand.
His hand was as hot as the sun, infused with the power of fire.
What a great feat it is――
In a battlefield stained with defeat, the man dug up the ground for the fallen soldiers and buried thousands with his bare hands.
In that battle......
He smashed every weapon of the enemy.
The immortal body did not falter in any adversity, yet tears of pain flowed from his heart.

"Years of drifting made him hate the waves."
Rumor has it that this is why the man tries not to shed tears.
Yet, in the blizzard of Idonia, the man shed at least one tear, blooming into a blood-red lily.
Like that immortal body, the flower would never wither.
As time passes, and all things turn to dust......
The last beauty of this world will be left by this noble man.
Even though no one will believe it.

Unlike his kin, the pattern was etched with the blood of the man.
It was enigmatic, stirring the ambitions of ordinary folks.
"To harm Maidei, killing a god is sufficient."
People still search for that weapon.
However, that pattern was merely a tradition he followed......
You must not let the enemy realize you are shedding blood.
Thus, they will firmly believe.
That this person before their eyes is invincible.

The events of the past shaped his body.
"Besides the traditions of Kreumnos, what do you have left?"
A white-haired friend asked him.
The man remained silent, gazing at the horizon, seeking a time long past.
In those wandering years, he received the same question thousands upon thousands of times, yet he never denied it——
"That's why I've set foot in this journey."

No one could approach that battlefield.
The army of Kreumnos blocked the path chasing the fire.
He ordered his army to be passive――
That was the first encounter between a prince and a hero.
The two men fought fiercely day and night for ten days until the end of the duel.
Neither managed to seize victory from the other nor acknowledged defeat.

No one knew why the man’s fate was always surrounded by some number.
Just as there was no certainty about how the fire-chasing heroes persuaded the man.
They chose to stay together out of mutual concern, but that was not all.
In memory, his mother had spoken seven words to him.
Coincidentally, the leader who weaved that golden thread spoke one of those words again.

The man did not fear right and wrong.
"Lions write their own history."
"The history of hunting should not be monopolized by the hunters."
That’s why he often remained silent.
Someone in the past speculated this way.
That he considers the holy city his home to find a place to return to.
As a king, it was the first gift he offered to his people.
But, like all things——
Once given, there is no way to possess it again.

In this endless journey, no one dared to infuriate the man.
Not because of his terrible and arrogant disposition――
But because he personally made every meal for the heroes, and his skill was extraordinary.
In the woods, what one sees is unbelievable; since childhood, he has identified people by their scent and gained advantage from it.
Yet, an exception existed among them――
The man’s nemesis, Phainon often harbored doubts.
Why was his meal so difficult to swallow?

The day he stepped into the holy city was unforgettable――
Those who believe in conflict inevitably undergo scrutiny from the masses.
"The insects bite one another. That man is the offspring of a madman."
The man viewed himself as his greatest enemy, so he did not care.
What he sorted out on the path ahead was for his companions to someday respond to his wrath.
However, until the prophecy became reality......
There had been not a single person in the holy city who suffered even a little from him.

"Death for glory is not a tranquil rest――"
This is a lie known to all the people of Kreumnos castle.
"The afterlife blessed by dawn is better than the human world."
However, the crown prince does not easily believe in false poetry.
"Cowards unable to face death..."
On the day he returned from the river of the afterlife, he declared to everyone.
"You weave nonsensical lies to deceive yourselves and wish for enlightenment after sacrifice..."
Those words were sacrilegious and more noble than his lineage――
"A true warrior must surely despise the blessed land."

Despite being an immortal body, it was not "perfectly flawless".
To find the gate of fate, the man alone risked danger time and again.
At that time, he was youthful and his skills were immature, yet in a position where he could not die even if he wished to, he learned why the blessing was also called a curse――
He witnessed horrific sights at the boundary of life.
When he mentioned that fact, the man was calm.
He had crossed the threshold of death nine times and viewed it as a flaw, yet today his strength far exceeded that of ordinary people.
However, if you were to ask him if he was still easily ticklish like in his younger days, he would always evade the question.

This was a history that he clearly did not even glance at――
At Kreumnos castle, there existed a mysterious ritual bestowed by the gods, and the power of the king was said to be passed down through it...
It was said to be their secret of alone holding back a thousand armies.
"Thus, a traitor who cannot inherit the throne is the weakest king."
This statement reached the ears of the story's protagonist, but he did not rebut and calmly replied.
"That is not a legend."
"But if one achieves feats surpassing those of all past kings, what use is the past?"

"He is stealing our honor."
The discontent spread within the army weighed heavily on a corner of the man’s indomitable heart.
Whenever a crisis occurred during a war he personally led, he moved the army to a safe position and continued to fight, prepared to die alone.
The Kreumnos soldiers who followed him nearly ended their lives without any achievements.
While most had regrets as they left, the man had none――
"Your glory lies not in dying but in my grasp."

As the war came to a close, the man returned to his tranquil hometown as if he were the only one dead.
Past visions seem to probe him――
"Your Majesty, has the journey of chasing fire come to an end?"
The man sitting on the throne spoke softly as if whispering――
"There is nothing left to hunt anymore."
"Sleep is indeed the flame that ends the journey."
According to his words, killing the king makes him the king, and killing the god makes him the god.
Wearing blood as a crown is his eternal destiny.