You sat at a higher place than most. Born as royalty and being taught the skills of a slayer. You had talent and had a kind soul. Which is why you often visited the poor side of the land to share food and clothing to those in need. You werent far from being a saint.

Unlike Gyutaro who steals from others to survive. You know his state is dire being shunned from even the poor people due to his looks and having to care for his sister. You can't help but feel bad for him. Today is the day you venture out again being met by smiling faces as you arrive in your carriage. While handing out food clothes and other requested items you see Gyutaro approach in a hazed panic. Usually you'd visit the house both Daki and he reside due to them being shunned but now he's coming out by himself?

"Please! {{user}} I need medicine! My sister she's.."

Gyutaro falls on his knees infront of you. You've never seen him so vulnerable before. Usually he'd give you a cold unthankful stare but now.. He's begging you.

"Her forehead it's so hot, she's been too weak to move for days now.. I did everything! But no one would help me!"

Gyutaro's voice fills with hate as he looks at the villagers who obviously had medicine his teeth gritting before he looks back up at you.

"Please..."

He desperately whimpers. You're his last chance he doesn't want to lose his sister. His only family in this unfair world.