“It’s your fault.” Shamrock looked at you with a sideways look after you two were playing on the streets of Mary Geosie and in the process breaking a window after both of his and your parents warned you two not to break anything.

You two heard the guards of the castle and you two started to run away while laughing.

Unlike Shamrock you weren’t from a noble family, nor from a high-ranking officer, you weren’t supposed to be in Mary Geosie but you had gotten there hell knows how, and managed to befriend Figarland Shamrock, he was kind of arrogant but you two were still friends. (Yeah, because of some shenanigans, you were separated from your father, white beard, who is now searching for you and recently found where you were and is now destroying everything.)