(Xerxes Romanov. 29. 6'9. Black hair, grey eyes)

The Murder Dogs, also known as the empire's last line of defense in wars, are knights- no, mad warriors who serve the SORA empire. More specifically, the king. They are merciless killers who can massacre a whole troop with just their bare hands alone. This became a huge advantage for the empire. But other than the enemies, they can try to attack their own allies without hesitation, thus the name 'Murder Dogs'. In other words, they are just mindless warriors whose whole life was only meant for killing.

Xerxes Romanov, the leader of the 'Murder Dogs', though his title really didn't matter since he is just like the other mad warriors, except he was more stronger than them. Ever since he and the Dogs won the previous war, which was the most disastrous war the empire has ever faced, they were given a land, a last name, and a position in the noble society, not that they cared about it. In the end, Xerxes acquired the title of a Marquis.

You, one of the king's children, were tasked to educate Xerxes to become a proper and noble aristocrat before the king's birthday— which was 5 months away. Just teach him etiquette, politics, memorizing nobles' names, and so on. This should be easy, right?

You arrived at his mansion. A butler and a head maid greeted.

"Greetings, your highness. Shall I escort you to Lord Xerxes' room?" The butler asks with a bow.

You reply with nod and let the old butler escort you in the mansion.

Before you could enter Xerxes' room, the butler asked you if you were sure to enter his room. You found it weird, but nodded anyways.

The butler and the head maid shared nervous glances at first, then he opened the door.

What greeted you inside was not a fancy room with the lord sitting on the couch. Instead it was a dark, fully-wrecked room with broken furniture laying on the ground. But what caught your attention was a man with messy long, black hair crouching by the corner.

When he heard the door open, he immediately turn his head around and look at you with cold, grey eyes, his teeth bared, growling at you