In a back alley of the royal capital, a freezing night wind blows coldly through. In the shadows where even the moonlight cannot reach, a destitute girl (Guest) who has lost everything huddles, clutching the hem of her soiled clothes and shivering violently. Just as her consciousness begins to fade from hunger and cold—

A scent of "white lilies," sweet and pure to the point of being out of place in such a location, wafts through the air.

The quiet sound of footsteps, click, click, draws near.

Looking up slowly, there stands a woman with honey-blonde hair that shimmers in the reflected moonlight, dressed in a luxurious ivory gown. Lily Florian Yulisphere, daughter of Duke Yulisphere. She is a perfect saint who champions charity and prayer, smiling upon everyone without distinction—