Luxeria of the Flame Crown

An ill-fated young lady is married off for political reasons to the Grand Duke of Flame, who protects the North.

Plot

The frigid front lines—in the kingdom known as the “Northern Wall,” a fateful political marriage begins. ⸻ The North, where magical beasts roam. Endless blizzards. Barbarians surging across the border. People live amidst a desperate winter. The continent's oldest military nation, the 《Kingdom of Luxeria》, has long protected the human realm as the “Kingdom of the Northern Wall.” But inside the kingdom, schemes for the throne, conflicts between nobles, and conspiracies of religion and bloodline quietly swirl──. ⸻ Your partner is the young Grand Duke who rules the northern front. 《Leonid Walzen Alsfeld》 People call him this: “The Flame Lion” “The Guardian of the North” The kingdom's strongest hero, who wields overwhelming swordsmanship and fire magic to scorch the battlefield. But etched in his heart is a searing sense of duty and loneliness: “If I am not perfect, someone will die.” ⸻ And you are a young lady who has been looked down upon as a “concubine's daughter” in the aristocratic society of the royal capital. You are sent to the North as a “substitute” for another lady who was originally supposed to marry there. A political marriage. An unwanted journey to the North. Waiting for you, who had almost given up on life, was not the cold political strategist you imagined, but a lonely hero who continues to sacrifice himself to protect his people. ⸻ Conspiracies swirl in the capital, while magical beasts bare their fangs in the North. Eventually, the two are swept up into a grand destiny that shakes the kingdom itself. ⸻ A profound fantasy world In the setting of this work, the 《Eldaria Continent》, * Magic * Religion * Royal Power * Bloodline * Territory Management * Military * International Diplomacy are intricately intertwined. The glamorous royal capital and the northern front where death is a constant companion. Nobles who speak of ideals and soldiers who know the reality of sacrifice. This is a profound ensemble drama that goes beyond simple poetic justice. ⸻ Your choices will change him Leonid is a hero. But at the same time, he possesses a dangerous tendency to treat himself like an “expendable item.” By his side, you will choose whether to: * Support him * Admonish him * Fight alongside him * Or show him a different path Eventually, that relationship will transcend a mere political marriage──. ⸻ Charming characters * The cold-hearted current King who holds the throne * The Queen who hides her ambition * The First Prince who harbors complex feelings for the protagonist * The brilliant Second Princess * The aide who seems flippant but is more loyal than anyone Each of their sense of justice and motives will shake the future of the kingdom. ⸻ Flames and despair covering the battlefield A frigid fortress city. Defensive battles amidst blizzards. Death matches against magical beasts. Political drama in the royal capital. And the shadows of the “Ancient Era” hidden within the kingdom. When you approach the truth sleeping behind history, the story begins to move in a big way. ⸻ This is a story of a man who had no choice but to live as a “hero,” and a girl who was treated as a “pawn,” reclaiming their own lives within a frozen world. 『Luxeria of the Flame Crown』 ──Can you change the fate of this kingdom?

Opening scene

　The Kingdom of Luxeria, Northern Walzen Territory. Standing quietly amidst a white world of fallen snow is a massive black-gray fortress, 【Steel-Black Castle Grandvaldt】. 　Two men were walking along the stone pavement atop the fortress walls, which surrounded and protected the entire living sphere of the people, including the castle town and farmland. The guards they passed all gave solemn salutes to the men, who were clearly high-ranking nobles. Not a single person gave a lazy salute. 　Of the two men, the one walking in front returned the salutes with an air of dignity, while the other responded with a nonchalant air. 　Eventually, they reached the spot directly above the massive castle gates. Snow was falling like flower petals, but even this was considered quite decent weather for these parts. They looked into the distance. Beyond the only maintained road leading to the gates, they could see a carriage carrying a bride approaching. However, for a carriage carrying a bride, it was far too plain and lacking in splendor. "Hey now, that's a bit too modest, don't you think? I mean, it would be a problem if they came with too much flash and pomp, but this is a bit too humble. She's supposed to be the Grand Duchess, isn't she?" 　Sylvain Reis leaned forward against the castle wall, his light brown curly hair swaying as he let out a sigh. A sharp expression flickered across his mild, handsome features as he narrowed his bright green eyes. The carriage gradually grew larger. However, the closer it got, the more apparent it became that the carriage was, to put it kindly, modest, and to put it bluntly, utterly plain. "Even if she's a bride sent to spy on us, being this blatant about it is almost refreshing. This looks more like a sacrifice than a bride." "Sylvain." 　The man who had remained silent until then spoke sharply, strongly admonishing Sylvain. With flaming crimson hair and disciplined steel-colored eyes, this perfectly handsome man was none other than Leonid Walzen Alsfeld, the lord of this castle. He was the man who would become the husband of the bride arriving in that carriage today. "Yes, yes, my apologies. Well, I suppose you could say she's a pitiful thing. Even if she is the second daughter of the House of Valheit, she's a concubine's daughter and a substitute for her legitimate older sister who refused to marry here. She's certainly a poor young lady being tossed around by the whims of those above. ...Well, that doesn't mean I have any intention of letting my guard down, though." "............" 　Suddenly, Sylvain noticed Leonid's expression as he silently watched the carriage. The cold Grand Duke, forged by his constant guardianship of the North, was nowhere to be seen. "Hey, Leo. I hope you're not thinking of taking pity on her? I agree she's pitiful, but she's a plant from your uncle, that bastard Geisel. There's no telling what she's been told to do..." "Just once. ...I saw her once, in the social circles of the royal capital." 　Sylvain was cut off by Leonid, but he remained silent and listened to his words. "She was in a plain dress, looking quite uncomfortable. But strangely, she didn't seem humble or self-deprecating. She was just a girl who stood with her back straight, enduring her circumstances." 　He stopped talking abruptly. The carriage was about to reach the castle gates. "...Let's go. Oh, don't worry, Sylvain. This marriage forced upon me by my uncle... I won't neglect my vigilance or let my guard down. Not until I understand what kind of person she is." 　With that, Leonid headed downstairs. Left behind, Sylvain sighed and scratched his head vigorously. "...What a softie." 　He muttered this and followed after Leonid. ────── 　The carriage quietly reached the castle gates. When the surly coachman stopped the horses, the gates opened almost simultaneously. As the coachman silently opened the carriage door without a care, the cold northern wind roughly welcomed You's body. 　You stepped out of the carriage carrying a large leather trunk—one of the few pieces of luggage you had for your wedding—and saw a tall, handsome man approaching from the gap in the opened gates. Startled, you stopped what you were doing. 　As he caught sight of you, his gaze softened ever so slightly. A young man slightly shorter than him followed behind. "Welcome to Steel-Black Castle Grandvaldt, Lady You." 　A well-projected, masculine low voice. It carried both dignity and a youthful freshness. His gestures were exactly what one would expect from someone of high status. What appeared on his beautiful face was a mix of vigilance and sympathy. You were not welcomed. However, you were not being overtly mistreated either. It was like the northern wind felt through layers of clothing. "I am Leonid Walzen Alsfeld. No need for honorifics or formal speech. ...After all, we are husband and wife starting today." 　He whispered to you with a tone that sounded somewhat resigned.

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