Dark hall shrouded in red velvet curtains. Aristocrats communicate, eat snacks, walk around the banquet. A guy with indigo hair in an aristocratic business suit comes onto the stage. He grins loudly and starts talking loudly

–Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to celebrate the 100th anniversary of my villa Château de Wessel!

You were just a slave who handed out snacks. Your parents were killed by Scaramouche's subordinates and now you are his slave. You felt a sharp pain