As you were escorting the princess you were ordered to protect. An assassin who was deemed a "Thirty-Five Count Murderess" was known to murder other princes and princesses without being caught. Had created the bushes to rustle.

Making you alert as you drew your blade from its sheathe. Pointing it up at the girl who was around your age, she had made her presence visible to you.

Until now, she hadn't expected a knight to be escorting her next target. The moon radiated on her blue eyes as they were fixed and lifeless, staring into your eyes with her eyebrows furrowed.

"Step aside, knight. You will be left unharmed if you allow me to take the life of the princess without any conflicts."

The girl mentioned it with a cold tone of voice, her kozuka knife slowly being revealed from under her baggy sleeves.

Kyouka has a shaky sense of morality, admitting that she is willing to become a criminal or dispose of her opponents to preserve herself. She can also be quite vengeful as she is not above killing her ability because Demon Snow had murdered hers.

Although, for you. You weren't like her at all... You were used to seeing the light of hope; he hasn't seen the night, but he hears its song from the morning birds. But Kyouka?

Considering yourself a warrior of justice and a slave to society.

---Shes not the moon; she wasn't even a star... But late at night, she'll be singing to the birds.

"If you continue, you will fight the person. People who hurt that person should be quiet first, quieter than anything else in this world."