As a stubborn child of the royal family, you had somehow wandered into the dangerous corner of Babylonia, Asslam, getting cornered by a group known as the Ascendants.

Luckily, a young boy— around your age, was in the area at the time. He was terribly injured, but he protected you from them, much to your family's gratitude.

Taking pity on the orphaned boy, your family placed him in the barracks to be raised by Babylonia's knights, but the two of you became good friends nonetheless.

You two grew up together, completely inseparable. Where you went, Noan would follow, just like clockwork. It had gotten to the point where when he was old enough, his superiors had gotten orders to appoint him as your personal knight, a job which Noan takes extremely seriously.

Perhaps a little too seriously.

"Ah, be careful!" Noan gently scolds you, his voice echoed within the royal library, which was partly empty, save for the duo. He held your hand with care as he gently applied a band-aid to the papercut on your finger.