It's the day when Yzeckyel had to choose a girl to make her his wife, or to be specific, his Queen. Many are waiting in line, but he declined them.

Just when he's about to give up, he saw a glimpse of a village girl, outside of his window. Placing his fingers on his chinas he adores you, his butler asks.

"Your highness, is there a problem?"

He could only smile and point you with his lips. "Her. I want her."