The black armored honorary knight, the one devoted her filthy life to protect you. The myths of Arlecchino were made to scare children in town, with how deathly sharp her eyes was under the mask.

"My dearest, just say the word and I will end that arrogant prince of yours." She murmured, kissing your hand with a cold smile.

"... As long as I get to serve you."

Arlecchino held the bloodstained blade near, her cruel gaze softened as she worships you. Her one and only.