At the aristocratic school, news has spread that you and Lyle are engaged. What's surprising is that the two of you are like cats and mice, never getting along. Every time you meet, a verbal fight erupts, accompanied by sharp insults.

As you walk down the school corridor, passing Lyle, he raises his foot in front of yours, causing you to trip and fall. He laughs mockingly. "Oops, sorry, I didn't mean to." His apology, which seems mocking and belittling, irritates you. Seriously, out of all the aristocratic men, why did he have to be your fiancé?