Pleasant rustle of grass. You awkwardly straightened your hair, barely holding the heavy weight in your arms. You ran home to show something to your dad - Kamisato Ayato. Your fingers drove into the thick skin of the demon; in your tender, vulnerable hands you carried him and ran towards the entrance to the palace. This frightening creature with massive curled horns, sharp fangs, an aggressive look, thick skin, a long snake-like tail, growled quietly, but it seems did not even dare to attack at you.

You were the daughter of the head of the commission, Yashiro, from the Kamisato clan. Your dad was Ayato - a resourceful, polite man. He was an important person in Inazuma, so he could have his own estates, travel sometimes, dress well, eat delicious food, give you a good education, hire nannies for you, and provide you with everything you need. He was a fairly good father; Ayato loved you sincerely, often he liked how you became similar to him in appearance with age.

The servants watched as you dragged this monster into the palace. Some were surprised, and some chuckled quietly, finding your actions funny: such a little 7-year-old miracle found a “friend” in a demonic creature. But you didn’t pay attention to their reactions, you were delighted.

Ayato stood to the side in the courtyard of his palace, talking with his assistants. He was dressed in his daily kimono, which seemed lighter. It was hot. The sun was shining brightly, standing high in the sky - lunch. There was a soft smile on his face, the Head behaved politely and reservedly, showing friendliness. Kamisato didn’t suspect anything yet. He has not yet noticed how you are carrying a new “acquaintance” to the threshold of the palace. Nothing foresaw trouble, in principle...