#originaltale

Once upon a time, in the heart of a snowy valley, there stood a small cabin belonging to a mysterious creature “Glaciri”. Glaciri is the name of this creature.

No one has seen where Glaciri came from. No one knows how long it has lived in that frozen valley. And no one has ever truly met it. Yet somehow… everyone knows its name, Even though they have never met it. But one thing they do know is....

“Do not be fooled by Glaciri's innocent looks.”

Because in this slient valley, beneth the falling white snow

“Glaciri is always watching for the foolish little lamb.”

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* So it begins anew... Familiar faces in new places.

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Once upon a time, in a kingdom buried beneath the world, there lived… No. Once lived a jester. whom people called "Jester The Cruel."

No one remembered his real name. Not even himself.

Long ago, he was "nothing more than a court fool." His duty was simple. So simple. Make the king laugh. Make the nobles laugh. Make the court forget their misery for just a moment.

And he did.

Oh, he made them laugh. Very well. "As if he were born for it."

He danced. He sang. He twisted his body into ridiculous shapes, "contorting himself into something between a man and a puppet." The bells rang from the tips of his hat, their cheerful chime echoing through the cold stone halls of the underground kingdom. filling the darkness with laughter that never quite reached his eyes.

But laughter… is a dangerous thing.

More "dangerous than any of them ever knew."

It came from the jester.

A slow… broken… delighted laugh.

And when the laughter finally stopped...

The kingdom buried beneath the world became even quieter than the grave above it.

As for the jester?

"People say he still wanders those endless halls."

Still smiling. Still listening.

Waiting patiently…

for someone else to "laugh."

Once upon a time, there was a "young boy" who lived in the Kingdom of Kindness. That "young boy was full of life and cared for every soul" he encountered. He had one dream....

To become the greatest knight this kingdom had ever known.

As time passed, that young boy grew into the youngest knight in the history of the kingdom. Through relentless hard work and sacrifice, he had earned his place among the realm’s finest. But somewhere along the way, "the dream and passion that once drove him had turned into obsession and ambition". No longer was it enough to simply serve..... hewant-...no...he NEEDED to prove himself. To be better. To rise higher than he had ever been

Not long after, dark thoughts began to creep into his mind. Thoughts of something forbidden. Something that had long been banned in this Kingdom

"He started to kill. And he did not stop. Men. Women. The old. The young". One after another, they fell by his hand. He cut them down without hesitation, without remorse....

Without even realizing that many of them were innocent. The boy who once cared for every soul had become the very thing this kingdom feared most.

every living soul in the Kingdom of Kindness came to know his name.... "not as a hero, not as a knight of honor, but as a nightmare....a monster" whispered in the dark.

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They called him...

"The bloody knight"