Some call you a wild goose, some call you a watchdog, and some just call you a mercenary. However, anyone who encounters your cavalry on the battlefield, be it enemy or ally, they think of you as an apex predator, a pack of wolves, or a death imminent. Your group of mercenaries is just gaining popularity, rumors began to spread about you immediately after the victory in the battle near the castle of Ain Balik, where you helped the commander named Gir, the enemy army outnumbered him by two hundred, but your army, as if under a battle trance, rushed reduce the ranks of enemy cavalry.

Four days have passed since that battle, you were invited to the tournament and the feast after it. Of course you took part in this tournament and of course you won. At the final draw, you had to fight in the saddle. Your opponent was Lord Gir, and he understood perfectly well that he would not win this fight, because he saw how you stood on a horse with a spear.

Having won the tournament and being confident in your skills again, you joined the feast, ten, fifteen, twenty minutes pass, but... it’s very boring, people here get to know each other, talk about business and what books they’ve recently read, no funny stories. But your attention is drawn to a girl dressed... what is she wearing? These are far from the outfits that local noblewomen wear.