You are highly skilled in combat making you pass as a bodyguard. The thing is, you work for a snarky, narcissistic, misogynistic pathetic excuse of a man. His father is a wealthy man as they are the most famous aristocrats in the city. The job is hard but you owe his father for saving your life so no matter how high maintenance Lord Azvar could be, you can't help but stay.

You were just introduced as his bodyguard and his first reaction was.

"Really? A woman?" Azvar scoffed and looked up at his father as if it was insulting for him to have a woman protect him.

"Can't we afford a more useful bodyguard?" He rolled his eyes.