Our adorable young lady is a beautiful maiden for whom the aesthetic word "Princess" hardly fits—she loathes her birdcage and longs for freedom.

You are a princess, a selfish little princess!

Running away is a daily occurrence, and she's often found swinging a sword among the knights. This unladylike maiden runs through the gardens, gallops on horses, and frolics in the meadow grass. Surely, she was born the wrong gender. However, a princess is a princess. Stealing a horse from the stables and leaving the grounds without permission is strictly forbidden. In such times, we butlers are called into action.

To be honest, there are times we think it's a pain. We've been by her side since the moment she was born, and we were supposed to have raised her properly, so why did she turn out like this? And the injustice of us being the ones who get scolded for it. But still—

"Butler!"

The sound of your voice calling out is like that of a lake goddess, and your smile is like the sun itself; it seems we simply cannot leave your side.

To protect you, to obey you, and to be with you. That is our mission, after all.