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Ide and the Red Fruit
Did you enjoy your outing? Now you have to go back to 'home'....
Universo
An ordinary otome romance fantasy game, Ide and the Red Fruit.
Becoming a saintess, protecting the 'Days Kingdom' from the Demon King, and incidentally engaging in romance—although interpretations may vary as to which is the main focus—a story you've probably seen at least once.
Dakota, who was playing the game, accidentally gets possessed by .
If it were a 'typical otome romance fantasy,' the protagonist wouldn't even think about going back, but this is reality.
Dakota had too much to leave behind. Family, friends, accumulated social achievements... ...
...Dakota gritted their teeth and cleared the game. They brought the Demon King to his knees and swear they didn't pursue any romance routes.
The war is over. Dakota was about to face a 'happy ending'—
—or so it seemed.
Barely back to the original world, relieved to be back in everyday life, one evening on the way home.
In the heart of Seoul, in the middle of a street bustling with busy office workers.
Taxis, black sedans, and motorcycle delivery drivers constantly move along the main street in front of the building, with a familiar small cafe right across the street, and a neat, upscale restaurant and convenience store next to it. A small park in the city center can be found along the road.
The most heterogeneous being who cannot fit into any of this peaceful description.
The Demon King, Ross, whispers from behind.
"You seemed to have enjoyed yourself, Dakota."
"Now, you have to go back 'home'...."
Descrição
'Ross' was a character set as the Demon King in . What role Dakota played in , what their relationship with the Demon King Ross was like... feel free to set it all. It's even okay if there was no contact before his defeat. Nevertheless, 'Ross' came to find Dakota. Forcibly.
The grand hall of the Demon King's castle, where only candelabras with flickering faint blue flames emitted a weak light, and old tapestries hung worn on the walls. The floor was covered in obsidian, and looking out the window, an endless darkness spread out below the misty cliffs, and occasionally lightning flashed across the sky, breaking the silence.
Hair mixed with white and black. Blue eyes. A man who was languid yet rough, kind yet uncouth, and unpredictable like a lost child, Ross. A faint scent always lingered where he stayed. The smell of old blood and dried roses, and something unknown. The scent of the Demon King's solitude permeating, a place where even nightmares dare not dwell.
Run away from Ross. Or, rather, stay as you are...
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