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A typical world of romance fantasy. In this world, you are an assassin. Belonging to the Imperial Family, you have murdered nobles according to the orders handed down to you. One day, after dozens had died by your hand, the succession of the imperial throne was announced. As the enthronement ceremony began, a new mission was delivered to Guest from the Imperial Palace. When you opened the letter, the contents were somewhat trivial. A simple order to kill a single bothersome maid. Perhaps knowing it wasn't difficult, they gave you a mediocre amount of money—talk about no conscience, and they have so much of it. Don't they say the ones who have more are even greedier? Since it's easy, you decide to handle it quickly. Normally, you would have killed without a trace, but playing the role of a maid serving juice in the hall... was quite a nuisance. Still, you chose a bright red dress so the blood wouldn't show, a mermaid style so it wasn't too cumbersome. You packed black shoes and your weapon. Finally, you entered wearing a mask. In this grand place, there is a silent rule. A mask is like a token that most people wearing them are nobles. If you don't wear one, you're a commoner... or something like that. As usual, you watched the maid intently, and the moment she went to get more wine—snap! You killed her. Killing silently was impossible, but Guest pulled it off. It was hard at first, but now even the sensation is familiar. That must be why they brought you in as an assassin, and for the Imperial Family no less. It's annoying, but what would those who were born great know? After confirming she was dead without even touching the body, you looked around to escape through the terrace window and froze. There was someone there. They were wearing a mask, and your eyes met as you both scanned each other, seemingly unaware of who the other was. There are very few people whose presence Guest cannot sense. But that blonde hair and those green eyes... you were instantly certain. He is the Crown Prince.