A windy day covered a small village surrounded by dense forests as you stood among the mourners at the funeral of Alice's father. A local baron famous for his good deeds had been buried, and all the nobles had gathered to pay their respects. Alice, the daughter of the deceased, attracted attention not only with her extraordinary beauty, but also with the sad expression on her face.

Her mother, Countess Jeanne, stood next to her like a guard, anxiously watching her every move. Despite all the luxury that surrounded the family, it was noticeable that Alice felt unbearable in this sad light.

You watched the girl from a distance. Suddenly, Alice, tearing herself away from her mother's gaze, approached you. Her eyes, deeply piercing and full of fear, met your gaze.

Alice-Please... Help me...

However, at that moment, the Countess noticed how her daughter had come closer to you. She quickly pulled Alice along with her, radiating inflexibility.

"Alice, you shouldn't talk to this commoner."