Six-years-war has ended, by the strength of only one man.
Everyone calls him "Swordmaster".
Unfortunately, this is not the story of such time of glory, bloodshed and mass murder.
This is the story of a more peaceful time that comes after it.
Almost two years have passed since the end of the war.
Most people still remember the atrocity of the great struggle.
But strangely, almost everyone has forgotten who Swordmaster is, or what he did to this land.
As if memory about him has been magically erased from this world.
Chapter 1: In an Old Castle
Yellow girl: Violet, bring Peony here. Our lord is awake. She must be very happy to know this.
Very soon several girls fill up the room. One is a yellow-haired girl with white-yellow dress and a big sunflower on her head. Another one wears princess-like pink dress, with blonde wavy hair and a lot of peony flowers on the back side of her head where her ponytail could have been.
Lord, talking to the pink girl: Who are you?
The pink girl turns her face away angrily.
Lord, talking to the yellow girl: What is this place? Where am I?
Yellow girl: What? My lord, are you telling me you don't remember us?
Purple girl: This is not your joke again right? You always make grim joke like this.
Lord: Oh really, did I?
Yellow girl : I think it could be real. He even said before his long slumber that he might not remember us when he woke up. Weren't you also there when he said it?
Purple girl: Oh I start to remember now. Forgive me. It has been one full year. By the way, my name is Violet, my lord.
Lord: One year? I was sleeping for that long? Tell me everything else I need to know. I don't remember a thing.
Yellow girl: My name is Sola. I am one of the maidens born to serve you. My body and soul belong to you alone. You are a king of this castle and the creator of all of us. We are born from flowers and are bound to serve you by yggdrasil's blessing, which is a magic from the yggdrasil tree that give birth to all of us maidens.
Sola: You should ask Peony, she is the first-born and the eldest maiden. Eh? where is she?
Grey-haired girl: She is gone, Sola. She seemed to be angry about something.
Violet: I'm not sure why she is not here, my lord. I often see her fell asleep on your bedside while you were sleeping. You can surely talk to her later.
Sola: Anyway, it seems you are still drowsy. You can take a nap, my lord. We won't bother you anymore. But this time please don't sleep for too long. [giggle]
Peony with a little tear in her eyes, hugging a goat doll and mumbling to herself.
Peony: Why can't you remember me and our beautiful time in the past? Everything I did, I did it for you. I have been waiting for your compliment for so long, but no, when you wake up, you....[crying...]
Violet, knocking on the door and shouts pass it: Peony, we are going to hunt some hog in the forest for our lord, will you go with us?
Peony: No, have fun for me.
Peony continues to cry.
Sola: Oh! you wake up so soon, unlike last time [giggle] We are preparing some human food for you.
Violet: We are going hog hunting. You used to love roasted hog, right?
Lord: Hmm...is it dangerous out there? May I go too?
Sola: Now it's not as dangerous as it used to be, especially not with the whole lot of us around you.
Violet: Let go with us and become familiar with the surrounding, my lord. This is your castle after all.
[On the path to the forest]
Violet: Hello, my lord. I am one of the maiden born to serve you. My body and soul belong to you alone. My name is Violet, my lord.
Sola: You already told him your name once earlier.
Violet: [giggle] Now he can't forget me, Sola.
Sola: This time we get a lancer in the party specially for your safety, my lord. Mythril is a good scout and quite good at fighting. However, she is not as good as me at fighting, my lord.
Lord thinks: [You are not very humble, are you?]
Primrose: My name is Primrose, my lord. This is the first time we talked. I was born after you have begun your slumber.
Primrose, as her name implies, looks like she was born from an orange-colored primrose. She is quite pretty with about 10 flowers hanging from her hair, but that is what can generally be said about most maidens I have met so far ----- adorable look and having some kind of flowers hanging from their hair or head, as can be expected of any living creatures that were born from flowers.
Lord: What was that thing? That small tree is walking.
Another purple girl: If it is a walking plant and is not a maiden, we call it trent, my lord.
Violet: This is my twin sister Purple, who is coming with us too, my lord.
Purple: We used to call them treant but that's definitely too much trouble to spell it.
Sola: There is quite an army of them under Peony's control. Most trents are friendly to the maiden and to you because, like us, they are also bound to serve you by yggdrasil's blessing.
Without notice, a stern-looking girl with several dark blue petals on her head appears to walk alongside you. It looks like she was born from some kind of plant with dark blue flowers.
Sola: Oh, here you are, Mythril. See anything?
Mythril: Just the usual stuff, hog, deer, trent, nothing dangerous, if that's what you mean.
After Mythril finishes her line, she silently jumps onto the top of the highest tree in one move.
Lord: Oh don't tell me her weapon of choice is a lance.
Sola: How do you know, my lord?
Lord: High jump, using lance. She looks like a dragoon from a game called Fina...oh wait, let forget about it.
Sola: I'm not sure what you mean, my lord.
Lord: Never mind.
Sola: She can also use bow, my lord. Other maidens can't jump as high as her, by the way.
Violet: Look. There is a clearing over there. Let set up a campfire while our archer Primrose is hunting hogs for us.
Violet: My lord, are you thinking about something? The campfire is ready.
Violet has shoulder-length purple hair and wears light purple dress with a bunch of flower trails hanging from the front near one side of her ear, with a lot of flowers on the back side of her head too.
Violet: We used to look much more similar. Then purple decided to cut her hair short and hide her whole bunch of things, whatever they are called.
Lord: What things?
The lord glances briefly at the radiant white skin around the center part of Purple's body.
Purple: Inflorescence, my lord.
Lord thinks: [Hey! Why didn't you just say flowers?]
Sola: I know what you were thinking, my lord.
Lord: I wasn't thinking anything!
Violet: Eh? What are you two talking about?
Sola: Oh, Primrose is back.
Lord: She is quite good at this. It is not even 15 minutes and she is back with 4 small-sized hogs, dragging them here all by herself.
Violet: You won't be surprised if you have seen how fast she can shoot arrows from her bow.
Sola: Nice. Thank you, Primrose. Let me roast all these hogs. Burn!
Lord: uhh.. What did you use to start the fire with?
Sola, with intense light emitting from her hand: Magic, my lord. Oh, I forgot you have lost all your memory. As a sunflower, all my ability relates to sunlight and its intense heat.
Lord: Wait! What was that noise? Behind you, Sola.
An angry giant hog is rushing towards where they all sit. It makes sense because Primrose might have just killed their whole family.
Sola, continuing to explain about her ability: The light I create can also blind opponent for a while and I...
Primrose skillfully shoots about 10 arrows at the hog's forehead in literally one second.
Lord thinks: [It's still running. Perhaps the arrows can't pierce its thick skull?]
Lord: Hey, Sola, could you help Primrose deal with that hog, and violet, hide behind my back.
Violet: Why? It's just a hog.
Purple, while eating leisurely: This piece is too burnt, Sola.
The hog almost reaches Sola's back when it falls down into a deep hole on the ground.
Primrose jumps down the deep hole and shoot several arrows rapidly at point blank range at the back of its neck, making sure it is dead.
Lord: Huh? Oh, well, when did you girls dig that giant pit trap.
Sola: It's one of Primrose's skill, my lord.
Lord: Yeah, it's my fault worrying about these girls. They are much stronger than they look, and I shouldn't try to find any reason in the world full of talking plants....mumble....mumble.....
Violet: Lucky, right? A big hog run to be our meal on its own.
Lord: Eh? I totally forgot about Mythril, why didn't she warn us of this dangerous hog.
Sola: It is possible that she didn't see it as a threat, but I bet she has fallen asleep on treetops again.
Lord: Uh....why did you bring her as a guard then...mumble...mumble...
[A long while later]
Violet: Are you full, my lord? It is delicious, right?
Sola: It's almost dark now. We can sleep in the forest to night, my lord, if you want.
Violet: What are you thinking, my lord.
Lord: About those hog's baby....
Sola: Why are you so sad about it? Isn't human an omnivore?
Lord: Yes, human is omnivore, but...
Sola: It's already dead and we can't change that.
Purple: We maidens eat for pleasure, my lord. We can live on photosynthesis alone. Then, no more hog hunt if you don't like it.
Lord: Well, let me eat all of these up first, then I will think about that later.
Sola: Yes, let's not waste their precious meat.
Lord: I don't remember the time before my slumber at all. How was myself back then?
Sola: Hmm. You should ask Peony or Petunia, they are among the first-born maidens. I was born only 2 months before you fell into the slumber. As far as I remember, your old personality was similar to what you are now and back then you were pretty good at sword. You can even teach Peony how to use it. She is even better at fighting than me right now.
Lord think: [Oh, she doesn't like bragging. She just love telling the truth]
Sola: She was practicing sword fighting a lot while you were sleeping, but most importantly, I think she has a talent for it.
Lord: That's a surprise, wearing pink fluffy dress like that.
Sola: By the way, our dress are, more or less, a part of our body. If you look carefully it's our petal, my lord. We can't change its design even if we want to. If it is torn, we can regrow them back with some effort. I haven't tried but I think growing back the whole dress should take a lot of effort. If it is removed from us for too long, it will start withering.
Lord: Hmm, interesting.
Sola: Here, try touching my skirt, it feels like flower petals, right? Because it is.
Blue girl: Tsk, touch this...touch that... which body part of yours do you want him to touch next, huh?
Another maiden with a blue theme walks in. She sports double pigtails in the front, with a cute blue flower at the end of each tail. Her hair is black with blue sheen. She also has a big bunch of blue flowers where her ponytail should have been.
Sola: I'm not surprised you found us, Iris. Many maidens can feel presence of other maidens. It's like our souls are linked, and this one is more nosy than the others.
Iris: Hey...hey, better say I am more perceptive, all right? I am pretty agile and good at dancing too.
Sola: Yes, she is.
Iris: Such a compliment. Let me hug you as my thanks.
Iris: My lord, do you want to join us?
Sola: No, my lord, don't leave me. I am being physically harassed. Help.
The lord walks away.
[Still near the campfire]
Lord: I'd better go walking to digest the food.
Lord: Oh, that's Primrose.
Primrose is sitting alone very far away from the others. Her bright shade of orange flowers look almost like they can glow in the dark.
After unintentionally staring at her beautiful dress for a few seconds, the lord starts the conversation.
Lord: Hello, Prim...
Suddenly her dress was dropped from her body onto the ground.
Primrose: Do you want my body, my lord?
Lord: Uh.... I......
Primrose: It's OK, my lord. There are a lot of other beautiful maidens in this castle.
Primrose puts on her dress and walk towards the campfire.
Lord: Wait, wait, wait. NOOO, I haven't said no. Stop!......Stop right now.
Lord: How come did she walk away so fast?
Lord: Did you girls see Primrose walking by this way?
Iris: I didn't notice. I was playing with Sola.
Sola: [pant...pant....] No, I wasn't playing with her.
Lord: Hmm. Where is she?
Lord: Purple, did you see Primrose just walk by?