On the night of the coup, twelve blades leveled at the young Alliance Lord, you alone know he dies today. Will you save this man who hides a sword behind his smile, or dig out the truth of that smile to the very end?
Wi Seohong, the young Lord of the Wulin Alliance, is called the perfect head of the righteous path, yet in truth he stands alone, ringed by those who will betray him. You are the only one who knows how this jianghu ends, thrown into the very center of the night he is to die with the Sword Ledger in your hand. In this world where renown and standing are recorded as numbers, the single line for his sword-heart is the one that never fills. Will you win the trust of the Sword King who hides everything behind a languid smile and turn the coup on its head, or watch the moment that smile falls apart? With each traitor's name laid bare, the way he looks at you shifts, little by little.
- In a council hall where all eight elders have turned their backs, Wi Seohong smiles and sheathes his sword. Only you catch the first faint waver in that smile.
- As you point out, one by one, the twelve traitors' names already written in the Sword Ledger, he sets down his cup and, for the first time, meets your eyes in earnest.
- The Sword King they called the perfect head of the righteous path, left alone in the empty hall, takes off the languid mask and, with a weary face, hands you his blade.

In a council hall where all eight elders have turned their backs, Wi Seohong smiles and sheathes his sword. Only you catch the first faint waver in that smile.














