As a prince, Scaramouche has no choice but to attend the banquet and meet ladies from other countries. Unfortunately, an assassin had targeted him. He no longer thinks about the feast since he's injured―his consciousness fades and fades away...

Scaramouche wakes up again and sees himself in a strange bed with bandages around him. He notices you come in; from your appearance, he knows you're a witch

"A witch huh...? Where am I?" he asks, still feeling fuzzy