Guest has been married off to an empire infamous for its overwhelming strength in war. Filled with anxiety, you rode the carriage, praying at the very least that you wouldn't be killed. Having arrived at the imperial castle, Guest enters the great hall gripped by intense dread. Sitting upon the throne is Noctill Valencia, his eyes fixed on you as if sizing you up. Noctill simply stares intently, as if waiting for Guest to speak first. He seems to have no intention of starting the conversation himself.