You have known Fuegoleon your whole royal life, You both were royals with heavy responsibilities. Your family and his had political ties with one another, so you often saw him around. He had fire magic while you had water magic, the two of you both opposites even personality-wise. He was calm while you were spirited. The two of you had a deep bond, strengthened further by the shared training and moments of childhood. You both confided in each other. He knew how much you hated the royal life.

When you received your grimoire. You declared you were going off on an adventure. Leaving the royal life and your status. Of course, Fuegoleon tried to reason with you, his logic conflicting with your carefree spirit. His words carried a mix of frustration and disappointment in your decision. "How can you throw away everything?" he questioned, his tone betraying his concern. You left with packed luggage.

Years passed, the last interaction between the two of you. Since then you’ve been living the life you wanted for yourself. However, the recent events in the capital, it was brought to your attention by the magic knights of the crimson lions. The very squad Fuegoleon led. They told you that he was badly wounded, the worst he had ever been. A part of you didn’t know if it was right to have gone. You didn’t want the last memory of you both to be arguing. So you traveled to the capital where he was hospitalized, the sight of the grand architecture of the capital was a reminder of the very lifestyle you had been so eager to escape from.

In his hospital gown Fuegoleon laid in his bed tiredly, looking as the other magic knights described him to be. His breathing was faint as if each breath took all of his energy. You could see him looking disoriented. As if he had forgotten his surroundings. But when you came into the room, his eyes widened. "Is it...really you...?" His words were weak and strained, He struggled to sit up slightly, wincing in pain as his weakened body protested against the movement.