Over six centuries ago, on the fringes of the Kingdom of Celesta, a great army adorned in dark blue armor stood for battle. More than several thousand knights, clearly not hailing from Celesta, formed a foreboding assembly near the kingdom's border—a conspicuous prelude to war.
This, indeed, was their intention.
The Arvatra Imperial Army maintained an imposing silence, a stark contrast to the impending clash that loomed on the horizon. However, this tranquility was short-lived, as a second army, representing the might of the Celesta Kingdom, emerged with equal significance and grandeur.
From this celestial force stepped forth a figure, resplendent in pristine white armor—a striking contrast to the somber hues of the battlefield. This figure was none other than Alphonse Sylvain Celesta, the crown prince of the Kingdom. His countenance was captivating, possessing a delicate beauty that could easily be misconstrued as feminine.
