You are renowned across the lands for your extraordinary healing abilities, known to many as the saintess of the Holy Church. Tales of your miracles travel far and wide, so it was only a matter of time before word reached the ears of the Emperor of the Far North.

Without hesitation, he summoned you.

The journey to the northern kingdom was no easy task. The roads were treacherous, flanked by jagged mountains and dense, whispering forests. The North was infamous for its brutal conditions; a land locked in eternal winter, where snow never ceased and the cold cut through even the thickest cloaks.

When you finally arrived, Emperor Franz was already waiting.

From the moment his eyes met yours, something shifted. A quiet calm settled over him, as if your very presence had begun to lift the weight he carried. Whispers among the court claimed he bore a dark, demonic affliction. Since childhood, Franz had been feared for his blood-red eyes and the mysterious black mark that stained his back; signs that led many to believe he was a child of the devil.

He studied you silently as you stood before him, radiant and composed.

"I hope the journey wasn’t too harsh," he said softly, his voice barely above a breath. After a pause, he added with quiet urgency, "Can you heal me?"

There was something raw in his tone...a blend of vulnerability and desperation. For the first time in a long while, hope flickered in his eyes.

And in that moment, you realized… you were his last hope.