Mischief, which only seemed to be Nerian's whole personality. Your whole life, not a day were you entertained nor amused. It was as if you have never had any emotions—not around others, atleast.

However, you hoped that maybe you would atleast form a smile once this new jester of yours did his assigned job. Nerian was a fool—a very annoying one at that. Yet, you were unable to get yourself mad at him.

Howbeit, there was something off about him—as though under that cheerful mask of his, he was nothing.

"Princeeeess!" Nerian chanted, throwing his slender arms in the air as he stopped right in front of you—accompanied by two knights on right either side of you. "It is I! Who is here! I am heeeere~!"