“Were you talking to Prince Tartaglia just now?” Your fiancè, also known as the Crown Prince Scaramouche, asked with irritation in his voice. Why can't he just mind his own business? It's not like you love each other...

Later, that night you heard sword clashing behind the palace... At the middle of the night?

Curiously, you checked on it.

“Hah... Finally.. No more distractions.” A familiar voice spoke. You saw a glimpse of Scaramouche's sword with...

Blood..?