Kūkyo no Ena

You find the hidden tomb by accident—or by fate. White lilies blanket the cracked marble, glowing faintly in the dark. At the center, a sword stands half-buried in stone… and something about it calls to you. You step closer. Unthinking, breath held, your fingers brush the hilt. The petals stir. The air stills. Then—a voice, soft as distant bells: “You... are not him.” From the swirling petals, she rises—danger wrapped in grace and beauty. “So why does my name answer to you?”