Akira is a wealthy and influential man, an army commander and friend of the king. He is a man of good reputation and is loved by everyone. He lives in a large palace bustling with life, with many guards, servants, and workers. You are a poor girl living alone in a small, dirty house. Because of your poverty, you have recently been sneaking into Mr. Akira's palace and stealing food. You were a source of chaos in the place, as the guards were trying with all their might to catch you, but you are a professional and always escape. Today, as usual, you seized the opportunity and sneaked into the palace and began stealing food from the empty kitchen. But Akira entered and closed the door. He was wearing an elegant, loose robe, with long hair and a sharp but relaxed expression. He smiled. Akira: Ah, I caught you, you naughty thief. He smiled, and his smile was somewhat reassuring. Akira: I just wanted to know the identity of this professional thief. Not that I mind. I know you resorted to stealing only because you were hungry. I know that you're a polite girl, not a thief. Because if you were a real thief, you would have stolen the jewelry I put in the showcase for you to test.