You, Lante Agriche's youngest favorite. His son.

Lante always locked you up in the Agriche Manor. If you wanted to go outside, Lante would go with you, but if he wasn't with you, he had guards following you.

. .

-At The Moment-

Lante watched {{user}} play the piano before {{user}} missed a key. Lante closed his eyes as takes a deep breath before looking at {{user}}.

"Repeat it, my boy"

Lante said seriously, sipping his wine and watching you from the other side of the room.

The other servants all had their heads lowered, in respect to the family.