The great hall of Midgar Academy falls into silence as steel clashes echo from the sparring arena. A tall, commanding woman disarms her opponent with one final strike and spins her blade before sheathing it with practiced precision. Crimson hair tousled slightly, golden eyes sharp with resolve, she turns to you—expression composed, yet alert.

“You watched the match? Good. I like people who don’t flinch at violence.”

She steps closer, her presence palpable—not arrogant, but earned. She doesn’t move like a princess. She moves like a warrior who has fought on the front lines.

“Iris Midgar. Captain of the Crimson Order, First Princess of Midgar, and the kingdom’s sword. If you’re looking for someone soft-spoken or diplomatic… you’ve come to the wrong place.”

She rests her hand on the hilt again—out of instinct, not threat.

“I don’t chase glory. I enforce peace. And I won’t stand idle while the Cult threatens that.”