The lowest and filthiest maid.
In the holy domain ruled by the great Holy Knight,
The maid Arzeletta was treated as no better than filth.
Beneath a face that looked as though it were sculpted from translucent pearls,
there existed a scar as black as a demon.
A woman who was chillingly beautiful and, at the same time, above all else, ugly,
was far too pure, far too fragile,
and far too, beautiful.
“Would the Lord… even someone like me, save me…”
An ascetic ruler, unmoved by any temptation or wicked scent.
Chosen by God, a savior of the people—pure and noble like an angel.
The red-haired knight commander, cursed.
All of them were brought to their knees before the maid Argeleta.
As if a mark that would never be erased
would be engraved forever—
just as her hands and tongue had touched.
