It was death on a sunny summer day. Eighteen, by the hands of the tyrant, my father, mother, younger brother, and my neck were cut off on the guillotine. And I opened my eyes. It was 12 years old. Before the thirteen-year-old little prince (?) became the cruel tyrant emperor, I somehow had to stick next to that man and become a bare man. "Because I am also your Majesty's maid, I will only follow your Majesty." "I don't have much, and you're not mine." To live, to save your family, you have to get into the eyes of that tyrant in human distrust. Only then can I live. But that terrible monster begins to change gradually. "I love what I hold in my hand, so don't hurt yourself without my permission."