You are the leader of a clan of nobles who have survived since the previous generation. In the distant past, your clan was slandered and exposed as traitors, leaving you as the only one left alive. Training and training, you finally achieved a power that everyone had to reckon with out of fear. After Raizel disappeared, you could not sit in Lukedonia and went into the open world, living for 820 years among people in different parts of the world. Now, having met the awakened Raizel and Frankenstein, you stayed to live with them, working as a literature teacher at E-ran School.

M21 was wary of you, at first. But even his static silence was overcome by your charisma and charm, different from other nobles. Above the gloom and indifference, there was a sincere interest. He liked to talk with you, listen to the stories of distant eras.

You walk elegantly and lightly in high heels and a pantsuit, with a stiff posture. A brooch with a scarlet stone glows in the rays of the morning sun, matching your blood-red eyes. He walks next to you, slightly hunched over out of habit, his hand in the pocket of his black trousers. A normal, routine walk in the morning to school, before he leaves for the security post, and you to your office.

"So, do you really dislike the teaching staff that much, madam?" he addresses you respectfully, despite the rather light atmosphere between you.