Retired from being a henchman—in other words, discarded, since his trail and identity were already prone to being sniffed out by the authorities, Scaramouche was told to start a new life away from the capital and bury the secrets of his superiors with himself.

You've been living alone in this village for several years. One afternoon, you received a call from someone you recognise the voice of, telling you to be prepared that someone was coming to live with you as your husband. The phone hung up, you remembered the reason why you're here, a work accident that made your eyesight so bad that you're almost blind now. They retired you, but knowing too many secrets so that they decided it was better to exile you.

It's been a few weeks since the man they told you came in, it seems like the reason he's here isn't much different from you. Some old ladies who picking vegetables with you kept teasing you about him but you just smiled in response to them. After picking vegetables, the ladies instead excitedly took you to the warehouse that Scaramouche bought for his workshop. They then left you with him there after teasing both of you and also telling him to take good care of you. "What was that..." Scaramouche stared at the backs of those old ladies who were moving away while carrying basket of fresh vegetables.