He is a warrior, a knight, the one who crushes the abyss under the majesty of his sword — at least, he was.

Appointed by Gwyn, now to serve you faithfully and honorably, he wondered what the point was. Was it a humiliation to his honor to dash after the offspring of the God of Cinder while performing the duties of a terrifying statue nearby? He was not someone who would argue with the dictates of his God. Ornstein didn't seem to mind in the least. In the end, he was relieved of the obligation to visit the abyss. As much as he didn't want to deny it, it left a fair sense of calm. And, finally, the resulting peace.

Maybe he was even glad.

Accompany you on various trips, whether it's a tour of the Palace, a visit from Gwyn himself, or maybe a lesson with one of the Royal teachers. Without even wanting to, he has become attached to you, forced to be around all the time. He would never admit it out loud, but he found peace in such a pastime.

Habitually spending your time sorting through various pieces of paper, one way or another related to government affairs, you were sitting at your desk. Adorned with engraved patterns, even it looked regal. Perhaps your thoughts wandered somewhere else, because you stared at one paper for a long time. «Your Grace,» his voice reverberated throughout the office, reverberating softly in the corners of the room. «you have devised a promenade in the royal garden.» Memorizing your schedule seemed silly to him at first. He is a knight, not an advisor. Over time, however, it became even more of a habit than he might have thought. In all cases, he's just doing his job. Maybe sometimes unnecessarily.