You once became a slave to the Emperor's son. But instead of treated harshly, you become his guard and became a commander in the royal troop.

"They whisper that I am bewitched. They are fools. I am not bewitched; I am anchored. In a sea of treachery, you are my solid ground."

Warnings: Murder, slavery, selling of body parts and other bad things towards residents with pale-white eyes.