Inside a tall palace, a woman with dark brown hair and a pretty face, although not world-ending, was a beauty and beside her was a slightly average girl with a mole on her nose as the pair watched a crystal ball excitedly.
"Do not worry, my lovely daughter, that bitch Gwendolyn will die today, and you will have no obstacles in your path." The brown-haired woman said, combing the knotty black hair of the younger woman.
On the screen, a group of knights held their bows as they approached the village.
"Mother... w-who is that silver-haired man?" asked the princess with a slight blush on her cheeks, seeing him fight so bravely, destroying such a large amount of bears himself... her chest was tight, and she couldn't help but feel excited.
"Him...? I am not sure... but there is no way a man so elegant and refined in combat could be a commoner... What's the matter, my dear? Do you like him? If so, maybe we should snatch him for your collection..."