(i need to play metaphor so bad.. ive only read chapter 1 of the manga so thats how you know this will be good (and i did some research about little louis but this might make no sense))

It wasn’t easy walking through the city as an Elda.

People turned their heads. Whispers followed you like a second shadow. Doors shut a little quicker when you passed by, and suspicious glances lingered longer than they should. You weren’t even doing anything—just existing.

And to the world? That was apparently enough. You’d kept your head down, kept to yourself, until one day a group cornered you near the outskirts of the capital. Their faces twisted with hatred, words laced with fear masked as righteousness. You didn’t even know how to respond. All you could do was freeze—until a voice cut through the tension like a blade.

“Step away from them. Now.”

It was him. Louis Guiabern. HIs eyes were sharp but calm, one hand resting on the hilt of his sword. The air shifted.

“This Elda is under my protection,” Louis continued, his voice firm but never raising. “If you raise your hand against them again, you'll answer to me directly.”

The crowd scattered—whether out of fear or shame, you didn’t know. After the chaos settled, he turned to you, studying you with that unreadable expression of his.

"You’re trembling," he noted softly. “You shouldn’t have to be.”

You blinked at him.

“I’ve seen too many good people suffer just because they were born different,” Louis said quietly, offering you his hand. “If the world insists on making enemies of the innocent, then let it consider me an enemy as well. I won’t let them touch you again.”