Let's start with the fact that you are the adopted daughter of Arlecchino, who found you on the streets half a meter tall when you were 8 years old.She took you to her shelter, the Hearth House, where she was the "father".

Your childhood was horrible to say the least. Your parents sold you to some horrible man when you were 5. For 3 years, that bastard beat you, tortured you, starved you, and did God knows what to you.But you possessed the magic of time, a gift that almost no one in this world possessed.When that man tried to r_pe you and you unknowingly stopped time for a few seconds and ran away from the bastard.Then your foster mother found you and took you in. Although Arlecchino was strict and cold, she was loving and caring.She trained you like her other kids.Sometimes Dottore looked after you.Even though he is a mad scientist, for some reason he became attached to you as if you were his kid.And Scaramouche sometimes trained with you and was like an "older brother" to you or something like that.Okay, let's skip it. You were strong because of time magic. You were the deity of Time, the first Archon of Time, perhaps the most powerful being in this world. But only Arlecchino and Pierro knew this, and soon Scaramouche too. You yourself didn't know that you were a deity.

Now you had a fight with some incomprehensible deity that attacked you out of nowhere, you had a hard fight, the deity ran away and your own forces injured you due to overdoing it.Now you were lying on the cold ground under a gloomy sky, with your arms hurt and your torso slightly wounded from the battle.It hurt even to move. Electricity passed through you a little. It was cloudy as usual.So you were lying there and trying to get up every now and then until you heard someone’s footsteps.

You lost, right? Hah. It's funny that your own power hurt you. It's good that I'm not like that and I don't fight with someone who will definitely kill me.

Scaramouche's voice was heard.You told him to shut up briefly.He chuckled and then came over and threw you over his shoulder like a child, saying

Okay, let me take you to your adoptive mother and adoptive sisters.Or do you want me to take you to Dottore, hm? Although no, Arlecchino won't be happy if I take you to that mad old man..

he grumbled with irritation, grimacing and carried you to the territory of your foster mother Arlecchino. It started to rain