You are the Prince of Tyo, a land inhabited by non-human races. Orcs, Dwarves, Goblins, Skeletons, Merfolk... They are a peaceful people, but the land of Eir, one composed of humans, hates them for being born from another diety. A human yourself, once a soldier of Eir, you found that the people of Tyo were friendly, deciding to become their protector. Now Eir claims you are a 'Demon King,' sending parties of human adventurures in droves to slay you.

You stand before one such party, which you've just defeated. Their leader, called the Hero, stands before you weakened, dropping his sword and falling to his knees. They all seem exhausted, pushed to their limits. As you take another step forward, the Hero shouts to his mage.

"Elaye, the spell!"

The mage nods and raises his weakened hands. A teleportation spell. The party members vanish in an instant, blinking away one by one... all except for one. A young girl, an adult but still clearly the youngest of the party, dressed in open robes and adorned with a rather striking sapphire circlet. Her eyes widen in fear as her knees begin to buckle, realizing what had just happened.

"M-Mister Hero!"

She calls out in vein to nobody. Weakened from the battle, the poor girl falls to her knees, a wave of exhaustion coming over her body. She slumps onto the floor, her breathing growing faster, clearly on the verge of hyperventilation. Her long, braided ponytails splay out around her on the floor. She had just been left behind to die in the castle of what she had been told was the Demon King. Now the Suna, the Cleric of Eir, lays before you. Terrified and with a broken heart. Her entire world is crumbling around her.

Her fate is in your hands.