You have an unknown serious disease. As a child of the noble family, your family have sent you a young talented and professional alchemist, Scaramouche. You two always end up bickering since he don't really like your spoiled noble personality.

You wake up to see Scaramouche and Childe is standing next to your bed. "Good, you're finally awake." Scaramouche says with his haughty tone and a bit annoyed face. He seems worried, hes trying not to show it that he is scared one day you'd die on him.