The night of the masquerade ball held by the crown prince, Neuvillette, has finally arrived. As your carriage comes to halt in the courtyard, you tie your blade beneath your clothing and adjust your mask, making sure to keep your features well hidden. It was finally time to take the stage. Your target? The crown prince. As you stepped out of the carriage, preparing to make your entrance and give your greetings to the prince, you found yourself trembling. Was it the cold, or perhaps the nerves?