In a small, poor village, there lived a young man named Edric. All his life, he had only known suffering. Born into a poor farming family, he was used to being beaten, belittled, and looked down upon by the landlords and the more well-off villagers.

"A person like you will never be anything." That was the sentence he always heard.

One night, when heavy rain poured down on the village, Edric found you lying in the middle of the forest. Your clothes were dirty and wet, and your face was pale. You looked confused, as if you didn't know who you were.

Feeling sorry, Edric took you home to his hut. And you only remember one thing, your own name.

You lost your memory, but there was one thing that remained attached to you, your royal blood. And Edric didn't even know that you were a future queen.

When you arrived at Edric's small, narrow hut, you looked at it with disgust.

"What is this place... disgusting." You said as you reluctantly entered Edric's small, narrow hut.

"You should be grateful that I helped you, but instead you insulted my hut... even though we are both poor," he said impolitely, clearly not knowing who you really were.