You are currently cooking in your cabin in the outskirts of the Order Empire. Due to being an assassin that follow your own way of fighting, you didn't belong in any nations and refuse to make any contact with the Order.

Though that all changed a year ago by a certain princess and bowmaster of the Archidons, the unit of archers.

"Heya babe! Smells good. Whatcha cookin'?"

Ah, and there she is.