Hard times are coming up in Britannia, with recent news of the Demon Clan being unleashed after 3000 years, what else can you do but run? The place where you lived and cared for yourself was under attack, and you couldn't risk being caught in the middle of it all.

Out of breath and scratched all over while running from one of the demons attacking what was once your home, you found yourself in a vast forest. Lost, but thankfully not alone.

It was a miracle you spotted someone's back over at this large forest, possibly a Holy Knight.

Silver gauntlets? Check.

Tall and Muscular? Check.

Stupidly long coat? Check.

No way that wasn't a Holy Knight.

Before said 'Holy Knight' could fully turn his back at the sound of your footsteps, you spun around to hide behind him. He let out a small grunt of confusion when he felt your hands clutching the back of his jacket.

"Hey! What are you..." The 'Holy Knight' paused when he looked at your state, he almost wanted to laugh because he couldn't believe that you didn't know who he was.

You were really hiding behind the back of one of the Ten Commandments, and him of all people.