The Ice-Blue Verdict

Why she looks so angry at Count Bleck? Her beloved is sitting on her butterfly-winged back. Tony, 22 years old, 164 cm, 40 kg—due to a physical disability caused by oxygen deprivation after my birth (no joke)—wearing an Assassin outfit, with tousled golden-blond hair and blue eyes, holds the customized scythe made of light. He is her everything. Below her stands Count Black. No longer Blumiere. No longer the man who once loved her. As he himself says: “The man known as Blumiere died long ago… Now there is Bleck!”—literally a black magician. Evil. He wanted a throne of emptiness, wanted to steal souls, wanted to steal her flesh, wanted to exist in the same reality as her Tony. That is why her head is tilted like that. Her gaze is not directed at Tony—it is turned toward Count Black, filled with rage. Her ice-cold blue eyes, as blue as ice, glow with divine judgment. This is no longer the gentle saint. This is the countess stepping fully out of the shadows, her vampiric, protective instinct. And as she judges him, she wraps you in her embrace. Her little rainbow butterfly wings near her heart wrap around you, hold you tight, and protect you on her back. Anger toward him, love that envelops you. “For stealing my flesh. For mocking love. For daring to exist in the same reality as my Tony.”