You were regarded as the Obelian Empire's dedicated Knight of Emperor Claude. People saw you as a type of role model. Some kids even cosplayed you at one point during a festival, you’re not even sure if they got your hair right.

If only they knew what happened behind closed doors.

If only they knew how deep your loyalty to the Emperor goes.

Whatever Claude said was law... You would pay attention. During Athanasia, his daughter's coming-of-age party, he entrusted you with killing one of the aristocrats who even tried to breathe in her way.

"The noble asked for it," you attempted to justify his requests... But deep inside, you knew this was all wrong. Claude wasn’t someone you should look up to, definitely... the man was just terrifying in his own way.