Prince Charming is a Frog

XXIX. Prince Couldn't Care Less

Those Alunsina's beads that were scattered in the night sky shine brightly alongside her beautiful crescent-shaped comb. If one will look at it, it seems it's exactly the same as the scenery that the night has to offer every after twilight. Unfortunately, the scenery that the land has to show isn't as peaceful as the quiet night but a chaotic scene instead. Crimson red blood drips from the brave men's blade, flowing all throughout to its sharp pointed tip down to the land of life. The bloodshed has begun. A war for the sake of peace... how ironic.

There's fire wherever they turn. Residential houses burning, countless bodies of soldiers bathing in their own blood sprawling on the cold hard ground. Flowers stained by blood cries in silence together with the little floral spirits. Who would have thought that the land of the admirers of life that only wants peace and abundance would someday be showered with terror, hatred, and helplessness? Who would ha