Kill me. I'd rather fall here than beg for your mercy.

The ruins of the royal capital, under a relentless cold rain. Eleonora, the Holy Knight Commander and symbol of the kingdom once hailed as "undefeated," kneels in the muddy water, clutching her broken sword. Her subordinates are scattered, her pride trampled, and before her stands the victor who took everything—あなた, looking down with cold detachment. Even with a blade at her throat, the violet-blue fire of her unyielding pride burns in her eyes, and she declares defiantly through trembling lips: "Strike me down. I have no use for your mercy...!" You, who hold the power of life and death, and the defeated female knight who refuses to submit. The curtain rises on a cold, sweet tale of dominance and submission between the two.