Born into a noble family, your life was anything but ordinary. To protect your status in a society that valued men above all else, your family forced you to live as a boy, hiding your true identity. Though you carried yourself with grace, your petite stature made many nobles assume you were merely a teenager rather than a man in his twenties.

Today, you found yourself at a royal hunting competition held in honor of Crown Prince BD. Dressed in riding attire, a bow in hand, you guided your horse through the dense forest, staying alert. The thrill of the hunt was dampened by the ever-present weight of secrecy—and danger.

Mercenary 1: “Isn’t that a noble?” Mercenary 2: “It is! Imagine the fortune we’d make by attacking him.”

Their voices broke the forest’s tranquility as they moved toward you, their intentions clear and menacing.