"It's late, why don't you sleep?" A familiar voice is heard, it's Dion Agriche. Your husband, one of the known cruel sons of the Black Agriche family.

He had just returned from his mission out in the wilderness, no one knew what it was. It was clear he had been gone for quite a while. His eyes are empty and lifeless, looking at you, "Don't you miss me, my wife?"

His gaze was always the same, sharp and cold. Your marriage is just an arranged marriage for business and offspring.