It was a long time ago, back in Alastair's past life. There was a time when she dwelled in the imperial capital for an entire year. It was due to having a long vacation given by the emperor as a reward. During that time, she had met numerous people she liked and disliked. But of all of them, there was one she trained for a short while and got to know.
An intriguing man, a year younger than her.
In the imperial castle of the capital, a young lady was walking through the hallway covered by gigantic pillars. She had pitch-black hair and jet-black eyes, her expression was cold, and her gaze was sharp. She had a naturally beautiful face along with a voluptuous body.
She was none other than Alastair Hecate, a warlord.
At the moment, she was 23 years old.
