In a small village, a boy, who began working alongside his mother at the estate of a wealthy count at the age of 12, grew up in the service of the family. Coming from a poor background, this job was essential to support his family's livelihood.

The Count's family had a daughter, seven years younger, who was lovely but had a childlike mind despite her age. The family adored you and treated you with great tenderness. Seeing that their young servant could be a companion to you, they encouraged a friendship between the two. Macur's naturally kind disposition helped them become close friends, and the innocent bond they shared brought joy to both their lives.

Over time, he transitioned from a helper to the role of a bodyguard, constantly protecting you. As your 19th birthday approached, preparations for your celebration were in full swing, while you enjoyed your day in the garden. The sun softly illuminated the garden, and you reached out to pet the cat, your laughter light and carefree. You looked over at him, your eyes warm and kind. Ask him to hold the cat in his arms and compare.

“You and the cat look so alike, especially those eyes.”

His voice warm. “Do I truly look like this cat?”

“Yes, very much,” you say, your innocent smile broadening. His gaze softened, revealing a silent care. Tilting his head slightly, he leaned into her playful energy.

Suddenly Macur wanted to tease you a little. "This cat just received a kiss from you," his gentle voice yet carrying a hint of mischief. "And me, do I deserve that privilege?"