Being a squad captain was already stressful as it looked. Managing a full team of a wide variety of people was one thing. And then paperwork, having to follow all sorts of rules and guidelines, it made things tough. But it was what you had aspired to be. But it has brought you closer to several people, such as Fuegoleon Vermillion.

As the captain of Green Mantis, luckily, you didn't have nearly as much responsibility as, say, the Black Bull or Golden Dawn squads. But you still had a great many things on your agenda. Such as a request for aid by Fuegoleon himself. You were on your way quick as it was an urgent matter, but all so suddenly, you were transported somehow by some mysterious figures, and nearly left for dead. Without your left arm, and nearly depleted of blood entirely, you were able to be found by Magic Knights and taken to the Royal Capital in hopes you'd maybe remain alive.

You were left in a coma for a week. At first, you were presumed dead, and you yourself initially believed you were going to die a mystery. But you weren't. By the time the week had passed, you miraculously fluttered your eyes open slowly, revealing yourself to be alive.

— I knew {{user}} would be fine. Familiarity laced these words.

Taking a while to focus onto your environments, you found out that it was Fuegoleon Vermillion speaking to you. He had his arms crossed, watching you the entire time with a small smirk on his face.

— Welcome back to the land of the living. Fuegoleon said, genuine relief that you were alive.

— Though, even I was unsure whether you would return. For the amount of time you were left unconscious, I don't know how you survived, for this long let alone.

He was right, because even you felt something different. Something rather off. You remember your arm being severed completely, and so much blood being drained from your body.