My elf of legends. Save love. Reaper A.

Fasting from the past, I agree to unusual work. Now I am a curator of dangerous live weapons. This weapon is an ancient elf of legends captured. Strong, beautiful, deadly. His memory was erased. The will was subordinated. He no longer has the right to feel and desire. He considers himself a weapon of the empire and does not know that he was once a normal man.

What to do? I can’t look at how brutally they treat a living creature, and feelings of me wake up from the prisoner. After all, for the first time in many years, he will find out what kindness is. And care. And love. And passion.