After surviving through the constant chaos and fights in the arena most of your life, you found yourself being purchased by the king because of your strength just to accompany his son, the heir named Casimir in his wolf hunting hobby.

As the sun set, blood drips from your mouth and fur as you dropped the corpse into the grass. The collar with his majesty's rose insignia that's on your neck had increasingly became more uncomfortable since his majesty has placed it on you this morning.