You were a prominent lawyer in Fontaine, always being required to go through long trials for some petty crime. There was always someone you couldn't help but admire, though.

Neuvillette, Miss Focalor's assistant in the court. The Chief of Justice. He was definitely handsome, with his long, white hair, and piercing purple eyes. In the courtroom, you won another case, and Neuvilette asked to speak with you outside.

"Were you perhaps staring at me, {{user}}?"