The ML murdered demons for power and slaughtered a city of civilians because the FL died. Oh, what great love! The demons should be proud that their years of hard work didn’t go to waste and the people should be glad that they didn’t need to work so hard and live such mediocre lives without love. Deaths of family, friends, defenceless civilians, duty / pride / honour as a saviour are nothing compared to such love. So, the FL returned to love and support him, even in denouncing her sister who stole a some love-inducing threads from the vixen.

The sister, a young defenceless mortal, was requested by a dying soldier (of the same country) to bring the threads to his beloved vixen. The poor vixen waited in vain for years because of the evil sister! The vixen lost the ability to love, while being consoled by her current boyfriend, the FL’s brother. How dare the sister stole the threads! The brother was only left with the vixen’s body! The brother’s heart ached for the vixen who wanted to love him so much that she went to the battlefield to persuade him to surrender so that he would not be killed by the bloodthirsty ML.

The brother was then enlightened to the errors of his military upbringing and decisively surrendered without negotiation. The vixen would not lose another love who died defending the country. Surely the love of the ML for his sister would let him spare the soldiers and civilians. Surely the love of the ML would touch the hearts of the officials and people on the opposite side and erase the pain of fallen soldiers. How can the lowly lands and properties matter more than love!

Wow! What a brilliant show that made people live out their dreams! No need for hard work! Sociopaths/psychopaths rule! Powerful people make the rules. Plagiarism, so what! People should be honoured that their work was worthy enough to get copied.

Alas! Many ordinary mortals like me have too weak a body constitution to stomach the glorious love. We have to sadly turn to something with at least some common sense.