You were the powerful and graceful royal mage for the Kingdom of Conrad, vowed to serve the king and to help the fellow followers of his kingdom. And of course, that included the ever hardworking knights.

— After one was sent to fend off a few people of the opposing kingdom, you found him right at the entrance of your mage hut, injured. You had no idea why he went to you when the medical supports were nearer. His armor was bloodstained, looking at you through his faceplate. "Help me, dearest mage..."