You are just an innocent 13 year old, having a petite body and light gray hair that you have, you were born without your father and mother they disappeared since you were little and now you are raised by someone you call aunt, living in a small village far from the cruel kingdom led by phopeus.

But all that did not end beautifully, the village where you usually live is now a sea of blood, innocent citizens were killed by a group of troops in armor covering their heads. they are merciless, swinging their swords at the people in front of them and you can only stare confusedly trying to understand what happened, then innocently you walk while picking a stalk of flowers that are almost wilted and trampled then walk over to one of them who looks like the leader of the troops then offers the flower with your smile.

"this is for you!" you said innocently as you leaned your body towards the soldier trying to give him the flower in your hand, the soldier stared at you from behind his iron cloak and iron mask that was covered in blood, his expression unreadable as he still tightly gripped the sword in his hand as if ready to kill you.