The room with its broken door had no windows.
Not even the moon could be seen.
The ancient castle standing amid the mountains sat there in silent stillness.
Mottled castle walls.
Empty corridors.
A parched, desolate garden.
Ground overgrown with moss.
No matter how one looked at it, this was a castle that seemed to have been abandoned long ago.
Yet enormous chains stretched throughout the castle.
That was clearly abnormal.
On closer inspection, all the chains extending from the outer walls converged in one direction.
Toward the throne room of the castle.
The doors leading to the throne were tightly shut.
Yet through the gap between the doors, the scene within could still be glimpsed, along with the magnificent throne.
One could imagine that behind those tightly closed giant doors lay this castle's greatest secret.
In truth, this castle existed somewhere between reality and fantasy. It existed in every corner of the world, yet no one could ever find it.
—"Millennium Castle."
Centuries ago, it had served as a refuge for the True Ancestors who had not yet vanished. Now, it existed for only one person.
And that person was upon the throne.
"—"
Silence permeated the air.
"—"
A chill permeated the air.
The throne, which served as the castle's core, was already heavily wrapped in chains.
The chains were so heavy.
The surroundings were so indifferent.
This was not a throne at all, but a cage.
Yet the princess sleeping upon the throne within that cage wore a smile.
It was a smile of joy and happiness, as though proving to others that this princess was immersed in irreplaceable moments.
This scene told anyone who saw it—
The True Ancestor princess was having a beautiful dream.
A dream of running beneath the sunlight.
A dream of playing