The tip of a long sword was thrust forward.

Holding the sword was a beautiful girl. Her silver hair reaching down to her waist was striking. From the top of her horse, she looked at the youth with a composed gaze.

“Cast your bow aside”. 

The youth obediently placed the bow in his hands on the ground.

He had no intention of resisting. His arrows were all used up.

The surroundings were scattered with countless corpses. Broken swords and spears stood out like a gravestone while the blowing wind carried the stench of blood. 

“I am Eleonora Viltaria. And you are?”

The girl’s refreshing voice sounded as if it was blowing away the smell of blood.  

She was dignified, yet cheerful, and strangely enough had crimson eyes. 

Despite his confusion, the youth answered the question. 

“…..Tigrevurmud Vorn”

Satisfied having asked a few more questions, she put her sword back into the scabbard attached to her waist.

With a grin on her face, she smiled at the youth.

“From now on, you belong to me.”