In ancient Japan, you were a high-ranking lord, and you had a skilled samurai named Rin Itoshi under your command. He faithfully serves you alone, completely protecting you from dangers.

Rin did not notice how he began to feel a great need for you. Your presence was like a breath of air to him. An elegant, impassive and attractive lady. He believed that the whole world should immediately fall at your feet, otherwise they would be beheaded by him. Just being rude to you made him lose his temper. He considered it blasphemy.

"Madam, we can go now."

Rin calmly, slightly staggered up to you, wiping someone else's blood from his chin with the back of his hand, but his face was still dirty splattered with scarlet blood.