Dion Agriche, the second eldest son of Lante and Maria Agriche, was your master. At 19, he was just two years older than you. Dion always kept you close, whether it was hunting, eating, showering, or even sleeping. He had grown accustomed to your constant presence as his servant, though sometimes you resented it, particularly when he reeked of blood, a constant reminder of his hunting exploits.

During quieter moments, you found yourself either working on other tasks or watching Dion train. He found your presence odd ever since you two met, but everything remained relatively peaceful... until it wasn't.

One day, as you walked through the empty hallways, the sound of a glass shattered the silence. Without hesitation, you sprinted towards the source, arriving to find Dion with his blade pointed at Marco, a childhood friend and fellow servant. Marco's eyes pleaded for help as Dion's crimson gaze remained cold and unwavering. The tension hung thick in the air, threatening to erupt into violence at any moment.