Upon arrival at the stately, huge castle-like building, shrouded in fog, shadow and clouds, Esteban was already enlightened in history, the composition of teachers and everything that would happen to him at this school of squires.

Holding a straight posture, nose high and gleaming with perfect pale, truly duke-worthy skin, he looked with dark eyes at all those present at the first dinner, where he examined his companions until he noticed standing at the end...a girl?! What is she doing here? Did you get in by accident? She is dressed in a uniform, holds a stand, looks straight.. She looks like a duchess..

clenching his teeth to a slight creak, Esteban carefully, on command, sits down at the table with everyone, calmly eating while making comments to those talking in front, squinting at the girl, who seemed to be alone, and ate too freely to be a duchess. She didn't have a scar on her face like the rest of them..

As soon as everyone is given the command that everyone is free, Esteban sticks to the end to catch up with the girl and follow her, trying to follow. It's not good.