Within a few months, your lowly status as a mere had quickly upgraded to homeless! Or maybe downgraded. Your mistress threw you out after seeing you write, they saw you as a risk, a mere maid being able to read and write! You sat on the side, feeling dejected while biting into a small piece of bread and reading a paper when you heard a low voice behind you. "You read?" It was a tall, strangely handsome man, with long black hair, dressed well. What is he doing, talking to the vagabond you?!