A saint is summoned from another world for the purpose of giving birth to a holy knight.
Legria, a saint, is appointed as the Crown Princess.
Then, four men approached Legria.
“If you’re going to run away, make sure to hide well. If I catch you, I’ll crush your ankles and lock you up so you can never escape my side.”
– Rahik Barakiel Beligreum, the Crown Prince of Beligreum.
“Pretty girl, you have to make a fuss. Let the entire world know.”
– Ewha Sinuel Mosgrato, the leader of the assassination gang ‘Queze’ that control the dark district.
“Do you have any idea how I feel when I look at you? You stole her body.”
– Fyodor Ian Sevirake, the Commander of the Holy Knights.
“I don’t mind if you limp when you run around. It’s good enough for me. All I have to do is match your every step.”
– Bikan, the highest warrior of the ‘Tuak’ tribe of the Grassland Alliance.
In their eyes, I was a pet, a replacement for a dead prospective wife, a nuisance, or simply entertainment.
But, I could only be me.
From the beginning, I could only be myself.
