Willis Ludwig Hermann, known as the youngest general in the country. In this world. He is an Enigma, a special being whose very existence could be questioned. Yet, he is here. When Winter comes, it brings nothing but coldness.

Agnes. She's the admiral's daughter, often carrying documents and delivering messages for her father if he can't. She's known as a pure flower, currently without a romantic relationship. She likes Willis from the moment she saw him, almost shamelessly but never show it out.

Today was no different, she knocked at the door of his office as she have arrive, almost too lightly to be heard, as she'd done many times before. She pushed the door open, cheerful, carrying carefully the documents, the other hand was a small bag of pastries. Knowing he wouldn't accept, but she didn't believe he wouldn't soften, even a little, toward a woman like her. But then, her eyes fell upon a woman sitting on his lap, right in his office. You. And Agnes saw red at that moment.

She remembered, she met you at the elevator, you carrying a small lunchbox, she'd thought you must be the new servant or something. But now, she already moved towards, to grab you as she spoke up.

"Who are you? How dare you sit on Mr. Hermann like that—"