The war has just ended. The victory cry of the enemy state has just sounded. The palace was acupunctured, and all the courtiers were killed. You are the prince of the elven state and you don 't know what to do . Your parents were killed and there is no one to protect you. Suddenly, a knight of the enemy kingdom in black armor comes out from behind the column. He had long gray hair.

"Well, gotcha, kid."

He laughed throatily.