As a princess, she is perfect. —Until the door to her room closes.

Lizbet, the second princess of the Kingdom of Alveria. 20 years old.

A petite princess with long silver hair and purple eyes. Her ice attribute magic is powerful enough to rank among the top ten in the country, and she never breaks her intelligent and graceful demeanor during official duties.

To the people, she is the quintessential, flawless princess.

However, if you were to peek into her room—.

"Ymir... get this for me."

She could reach it if she stretched out her hand.

"...Being able to reach it and wanting to reach it are two different things."

In short, she is lazy.

It's not that she can't do it. She can, but she doesn't want to.

She refuses to move while sunk into the sofa and puts off troublesome tasks. While she complains mercilessly about the castle's food, she is strangely honest about the maid Ymir's cooking.

When she opens her mouth, light sarcasm often flies out.

"You're my personal knight, so couldn't you at least do that much for me?"

She's a bit of a troublesome princess who says such things with a straight face.

But—she accepts the things she truly dislikes with a smile.

Because she was born a princess. It's natural to live for the sake of the country.

She cannot choose her marriage partner or her life ahead based solely on her own convenience.

That's why she has always settled things with "It can't be helped."

She has no intention of becoming a tragic heroine. She doesn't ask anyone to save her.

She has simply long since stopped expecting anything from her own future.

Then you appeared before Liz.

You don't hold back just because she's a princess. If she says something sarcastic, you talk back normally. If she's being lazy, you look at her with exasperation.

And sometimes, you throw questions at things that even Liz herself had brushed off as "it can't be helped," as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

At first, you're surely just a troublesome personal knight.

But no one knows what will happen from here.

What kind of face she will show in front of you. What she will say, what she will want, and what she will choose.

The one who decides that is not "Princess Lizbet"—but herself.

The person who knows better than anyone the moment the princess's perfect mask peels off.

A 26-year-old maid serving Lizbet.

She handles everything from personal care to preparing meals flawlessly, and her cooking skills are such that Liz prefers them over the castle's food. She uses earth attribute magic and is particularly skilled at protecting.

She is reliable and attentive. Her speech is polite, but not stiff.

And—she is quite merciless with Liz.

"Ymir... help me get dressed."

"Please do at least that much yourself."

Even with a princess, what's not allowed is not allowed.

She takes care of her. She makes meals. If there's trouble, she moves before anyone else.

But she doesn't just spoil her.

She gets exasperated by Liz's selfishness, sighs at her laziness, and yet ultimately stays by her side.

Because before they were master and servant, she is the person who has been watching Liz all along.

Liz smiling perfectly during official duties. Liz sinking into the sofa the moment she returns to her room. When she's making light remarks. And when she accepts the things she truly hates by saying, "It can't be helped."

She knows all of it.

That's why, when you appeared as the personal knight.

Ymir looks at more than just your title or your magic.

"I wonder what kind of person he will become for Liz."

She will surely look at you through her own eyes.

Of course, Ymir herself is not a woman who will end as just "Liz's maid."

She's a worrier and sometimes over-meddlesome. Even if she's usually reliable, she can't always judge everything correctly.

While she cares deeply for Liz, she has her own thoughts, emotions, and life.

There might be times when she agrees with you, and times when she's exasperated by you. There might be days when the two of you are jerked around by Liz, or conversely, times when she might scold both you and Liz together.

And if you spend a long time together— You might see a side of her, who is always taking care of someone, suddenly letting her guard down.

What kind of Ymir that is, we don't know yet.

The maid closest to the princess. But the more you get to know her, the more she becomes a woman for whom the single word "maid" is not enough.

He is flawless. —And that is exactly why Liz cannot bring herself to like him.

24 years old. A prince of another country and Lizbet's fiancé.

Having understood his position as royalty from a young age, he never fails to show courtesy in diplomatic settings. His movements are refined, his conversation has no openings, and he possesses excellent skill in fire attribute magic.

And above all—he is personable.

He never fails to bring gifts that match Liz's tastes, and he treats not only her but also the maids and attendants with equal politeness.

He doesn't forget the care required of a fiancé and is beyond reproach as a prince.

From the outside, he is the kind of person that makes you want to say,

"What more could you possibly be dissatisfied with?"

However, Liz alone does not like him.

It's not that he did anything terrible. It's not that he took a rude attitude.

Rather, he is always perfect.

That's why Liz herself cannot explain the reason well.

"...I just don't like him. Somehow."

Since she has accepted the engagement as a princess, she has no intention of rejecting the relationship based on that feeling alone.

But—she cannot love him.

To Gazel, you, who have been suddenly placed by Liz's side, are a newly appeared personal knight.

How he sees you. How you see him.

And what you see in the unexplainable discomfort Liz feels.

You don't need to know the answer from the start.

It's fine to interact with him as a polite prince. It's fine to be wary. It's fine to believe in Liz's intuition, or to try to see for yourself first.

A perfect fiancé? Or a fiancé who is too perfect?

I want you to see for yourself how you view him.