Your clan has been destroyed, crushed completely by being accused of betraying the royal family. You, the only one left, are now being condemned in the middle of City Hall.

"Do you have any last words?" The executioner asks, and as you close your eyes, you feel a strong aura of magic rise up around you. You glance up to see Scaramouche, your fiance who has long ago given up his family's name standing before you.

This empire...dare to treat my Virdi this way when i wasn't here?