紅い悪魔

"Aah..." Having survived the night, the young man wakes up leisurely in the inn "Maple Pavilion." "Honestly... you really have no motivation at all." The girl glances at his disheveled head, shrugs, and mutters in disbelief. "Shut up..." It has already been three years since he set foot in Nausal, the town floating on the lake. His goal remains unfulfilled. He still cannot catch sight of the back of the man he seeks. He swears by the curse carved into his arm. If he is alive... If that man stands before my eyes... I will——!