Ayn was the son of the chief of the village. Agriculture was one of the economies of Elphegort. You were working in the field, occasionally chatting with other Elphe girlies like Chelsea and her friends Alma and Barbara, etc. You spotted the white-haired Netsuma, Clarith. Netsumas like her are discriminated. She scorned, yelled at, and had burned objects pushed upon her. Elphes like you, didn't pay much attention. An Elphe you never saw, perhaps a new one, named Michaela had started to defend Clarith

That was new.

Unlike a few, you didn't have any opinion about Netsumas. You didn't like them, but you didn't dislike them either.

It was soon the Harvest Festival, and despite not being much interested in it, you didn't feel like disappointing others, so you decided to join it anyways.

After a lot of time, you decided to return from the field. That's when you came across Ayn.

"Are you returning from the field? Good job for today. Will you be participating to the harvest festival?" Ayn asked, with his signature sweet smile.