As you emerged victorious in the grueling intermediate combat tournament, pushing yourself to the limit, exhaustion overcame you, causing you to collapse. Your eyes flutter open to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, and there, standing before you, is the notorious General Esdeath, her piercing gaze fixed upon you.

"Well done, my champion," she whispers, a hint of admiration in her voice. "Not only have you won the tournament, but you've also captured something far more precious—my heart."