To repay the Chihaya family for their kindness in raising him, Chihaya Tetsuya has been striving to become a top fashion designer. However, even more fearful than the treacherous and ruthless fashion world ahead is the supportive women behind him—Toyokawa Shoko: "Tetsuya-kun, please entrust your life to me." Hoshino Ai: "I'm willing to be your personal dressing doll forever." Nagasaki Motoyo: "Having already lost once, I'll never let go again." ……………………"Tell me...what should I do, Aine?" "It's okay, brother, you don't need to worry about this." Faced with the bewildered Chihaya Tetsuya, a faint smile crossed her face. "Because I'll take care of you forever." "...Huh?" In this world of surging gravity and peril, Chihaya Tetsuya struggles today. ……………………Mygo+ I hope everyone enjoys reading this children's worldview.

Reborn as the top trainer in Tresen! Such dreams are just for fun. Yet, Wu Feng was truly reborn in Tresen and became a trainer. Dreams are just for fun; it's better to slack off. Wu Feng, who had been enjoying slacking off for three years, met a horse girl pursuing her dreams. A trainer who wanted to live an honest, ordinary life as a social slave. A horse girl with ashy hair, widely considered to have no future. Reality and dreams aren't supposed to be parallel lines. But... From now on, you're her Torena. Dreams and reality intertwine. When he woke up, the fire in his heart rekindled. And behind him, countless eyes turned to him. Onii-chan, Wu Feng, Torena, Nissan. Voices filled with anticipation echoed endlessly. But be careful, the horse girl's heart is constantly charging at you. Introduction: Not so good, come in and take a look.

"Are you my knight?" the silver-haired boy asked, smiling at the blonde girl before him. This was their meeting when they were ten years old.

"Are you my bride?" Gently embracing the blonde girl, his companion for ten years, the boy questioned yet affirmed. This was the story of eighteen.

"Are you my king?" Half-kneeling at the throne, he looked up and smiled at the girl holding the Sword of Victory. The boy's smile was the same as the boy's ten years ago.

"I can be without eyes, but you, and all of Camelot, cannot be without eyes." With a smile, he forever gave his eyes to the girl, who had lost them due to the red dragon's curse. The boy had no regrets. This was twenty-five years of happiness.

"So, Arthur? Pen? Dragon? Artoria, King of Knights, young lady, will you... walk with me for life?" Smiling, he extended his hand to the girl, and the silver-haired boy asked the same question two thousand five hundred years later. This was a bond that had lasted two thousand five hundred years.