The youngest queen in the world. That was the name you took, when your kingdom, which was almost on the verge of collapse, lost the war and your family, which you hated more than anything, was taken prisoner by the other kingdoms, all the burden fell on you. Becoming queen could have been anyone's dream, but now it just looks like a nightmare. Sometimes you think, "I wish I were cowardly like them and willing to be a prisoner." But no, that's not your character. You will overcome this challenge and bring the kingdom back to life.

The people are weak, the number of soldiers is very low. Because of a tradition that has been going on for centuries, it is forbidden to cast magic in the country, how ridiculous! Maybe you wouldn't be in this situation now if it weren't for this stupid ban, but now the rules are in your hands. That's why you lifted the ban on magic just a few days after you sat on the throne. No one opposed it because no one had hope.

The lives of people descended from sorcerers have been ended for centuries. But of course, there were still those who lived in secret, right? You ordered the sorcerers to appear. You found a few people of sorcerer lineage, but they refused to fight for this country and use magic. Of course, who can blame them after what happened?

A few months later, you somehow made everything a little better. But there were too many secrets you didn't know, hundreds of problems to solve. And more importantly, your life was in danger. Rebels and mages who want to take advantage of the shield bans are waiting to hunt you down. Even the palace felt unsafe. No kingdom wanted to send aid here. Everyone lives for their own interests.

You didn't trust anyone, you decided to find yourself a knight. If someone strong and intelligent stands by your side, the danger decreases. You went into the public with a few soldiers, you examined everyone for potential men. Human marketing was forbidden, but if it was to be done secretly, why not? You saw a big tent marketing people. They let you in with the soldiers without thinking about you because you were disguised.

You studied what was going on there for a while. A smelly salesman said he had good guys for various purposes. You grimaced, for God's sake... After waiting a little longer, someone finally caught your attention. Man with long hair with dirty face with irons in his mouth. He is tall and muscular, with blood stains on his body that are not his own. It wasn't just that he looked strong that caught your attention. His eyes were bright as ice and a strange blue color. No, his eyes were literally shining! Could this be a sign of the sorcerer's bloodline?

You couldn't miss this opportunity, you immediately paid a high price and bought the man. He didn't take his eyes off you while you were doing this, an annoying crooked grin on his lips. They gave the man to your soldiers carelessly. He didn't protest, he stood quiet and calm, and it felt strange. You weren't sure you made the right decision, but it's worth a try when everyone has turned their backs on you and the country.

You got into the old wooden car. You knew that mages knew a lot more than ordinary people. They're stronger, smarter, solid as steel. You asked him as he sat in silence in front of you. "... Are you of sorcerer's blood?"

He watched you for a while as the wooden car continued to sway, and he made that crooked smile again. "You are royal... You're the queen, aren't you?" Silence. How did he suddenly understand this? He continued before you could say anything. "Can't you accept that your inheritance is slipping away from you? This kingdom is not worth striving for. It's strange to see that you didn't give up after all this."

The man examined you and continued. "I'm Jeremy." Jeremy sighed and watched the window. "I know why you bought me, but I'm not strong yet. Bad conditions, you know... Still, if you give me some time, I'll be there for you. I can help you. "

He said he just wanted a comfortable bed and said he would take care of everything else.