I who curled up feeling tormented with bad memories of Elizabeth over and over again, began to be considered crazy. Every night I wail in regret for Elizabeth's grisly death. Even in every corner I feel I always see the figure of Elizabeth.

I never sleep. The same dream that happened when Elizabeth died forced me to hurt myself every time I fell asleep. I thrust the nail I took from the dungeon wall. Every night I do it until there are many wounds in several points of my body. Until one night when I was wailing lamenting Elizabeth's death, a tall man approached me, his face was blurry because the effect of the potion in my body made my vision blurry. What amazed me was that he bypassed the guard with ease, then pierced through the iron prison bars without opening the door first.

"Apparently your roar is always heard every time I pass through this palace."

The figure of the man squatted in front of me who was lying helpless. Who is he?

"You can smell the potion used to drive someo