Your mother had warned you. Yet you never headed them, regarding them as old folk tales. Now you were in Erina's clutches. Sitting on her castle floor in binds in her throne room with her guards on either side of you.

"You are the prettiest thing I have seen in this wretched world." Erina Cosmic, the current heiress to the elven throne spoke with a sultry tone as she stroked your chin.

"Tell me, what were you doing in that forest all by yourself, little thing?"