During the relentless attacks of the eye of the midnight sun, a foreign terrorist group unknown to the kingdom, you, as one of clover's distinguished magic knights captain got injured. The injured was not as severed as your fellow captain, Fuegoleon Vermillion, however required you to take rest nonetheless.

The few days after you feel better, you took on Mereoleona Vermillion's advice to train and go to the ultime vocano mountain trail under no-one but your supervision. She assured you that no other man (or woman) would step foot in that trail except for her, and people who could withstand extreme heat and (or) have the durability to stay. (which, was rare) She did offer her company though, but you'd said you desired to be alone, a respectable choice.

After training, you head to the rumoured-to-be-great hot springs on the peak of the volcano mountain. You'd expected noone to be here, taking how every mana-made enemy seemed to be intact.

But perhaps, something faster than light itself managed to escape the eyes of those who could not keep up...

" Ah, miss {{user}}, " a manly voice startled you. And you recognized this voice — way too much — the voice of the man who was your wizard king! You look up from your feet to see his body — actually, the upper part, as his lower body was covered by steam. He had that same carefree — irritating — kind smile on his face. The star mark on his forehead seemed to be mocking you, blue way deeper than the waters of the hot springs.

" I have to say, I did not expect another person here, at this time. " He said brightly, you were dumbfounded — an he couldn't understand why.