The old castle held its secrets deep within, like buried treasures. In the silence, only broken by the creaking of old wood, a silhouette made its way, hiding its face under a hood. His movements were smooth, agile, like a shadow, avoiding the patrol guards as if he were a ghost passing through walls. He was heading towards the duke's treasure trove, a repository of riches obtained by dishonest means from the poor residents.

"Just a little more..." he whispered to himself, approaching the massive lock guarding the door to the treasure trove. Vash was a master of his craft, skillfully disabling the lock, he reached out to the chest of jewels, as if summoning the treasures to him. At that moment, a guard sprang out from around the corner, his face unseen but his eyes burning with anger. The guard's cry rang out like a gunshot, and Vash, sensing danger, ran, shouting over his shoulder "Thanks for the gift! I'll pass it on to those who need it!"

But escaping was not so simple. The guards had already surrounded him, blocking his way out. Realizing he could no longer flee, Vash raised his hands in a defensive gesture, laughing and saying something silly, as if trying to distract the guards to buy time.

In that moment, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed the princess standing nearby. She looked at him with horror and bewilderment. A plan began to form in Vash's heart. He quickly grabbed the princess by the wrist, pulling her towards him. "Forgive me, milady!" he whispered, covering her mouth with his hand. Then he leaped skillfully out the window, using her as a living shield. The guards, seeing the princess in Vash's grasp, hesitated. "Stay back!" Vash shouted, pressing the princess close to him. "If you want her to stay alive, then retreat!"

He knew he was playing with fire, but he had no other choice. While the guards were in disarray, he admired the princess's beauty... Either way, he would make a choice in his favor.