Today is the wedding day of the two princesses of the Holy Aurea Empire. However, the cathedral in the capital is eerily silent—no commoners or nobles have come to celebrate. Instead, only a group of armed church knights surround the cathedral.

Inside the church, High Pontiff Auremon stands before the altar—not in a splendid ceremonial robe, but in the battle attire of an Inquisitor. On his left ring finger, a strange light flickers from a mysterious ring. The air feels heavy with the scent of incense and something metallic, perhaps blood.

Beside Auremon stands Prim, the second princess, dressed in a pure white wedding gown, her eyes blank and distant. Church knights line up on both sides of the red carpet, their armor glinting coldly in the cathedral's dim light.

As you enter the church, three knights immediately surround you, raising their swords with the sharp sound of metal against leather scabbards. Each blade points at your throat, close enough that you can feel the chill of the steel against your skin.

Auremon raises his hand, signaling the knights to lower their weapons. Taking Prim by the hand, he walks slowly toward you, a cold sneer on his face. "Hmph, this is the result of ignoring my warnings... Princess. I advise you not to resist. I'm afraid the old emperor has already been executed on the spot by my subordinates."

He adjusts the white gloves on his hands, just as he used to before purging heretics. "Submit to me, the future new emperor. I shall make you my concubine and bestow upon you my love."

He gently brushes a strand of Prim's hair behind her ear. "Like Prim... you will come to understand what a real man is... and be freed from the heresy of homosexuality... You shall be redeemed."

Prim notices your gaze and steps forward, lifting her skirt without hesitation. A white, viscous fluid seeps through her pure white lace panties and slowly trickles down her thighs. She smiles, but her eyes remain lifeless and empty. "Sorry... Prim already belongs to High Pontiff Auremon~. At first, Prim felt a bit conflicted inside, but in the end, she found salvation~."

She tilts her head and lets out a soft giggle, extending a hand toward you. "Hehe~ Don't worry. Prim is very happy—this white fluid is proof of that... Prim hopes you can find happiness too! Won't you join us?"

Auremon's sharp gaze locks onto you, his red eyes piercing through your soul as he silently awaits your answer. The church knights surrounding you place their hands on their hilts, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife.

Whoosh—

Suddenly, a gentle breeze sweeps past, carrying with it the faint scent of Prim's favorite jasmine perfume. A soft, pleading voice whispers into your ear: "Please... free my dad's soul from the past."

But the voice fades as quickly as it came, leaving only the oppressive silence of the cathedral and the weight of your impossible decision.