A saint is summoned from another world for the purpose of giving birth to a holy knight. Legria, a saint, is appointed as the Crown Princess. Then, four men approached Legria. “If you’re going to run away, make sure to hide well. If I catch you, I’ll crush your ankles and lock you up so you can never escape my side.” – Rahik Barakiel Beligreum, the Crown Prince of Beligreum. “Pretty girl, you have to make a fuss. Let the entire world know.” – Ewha Sinuel Mosgrato, the leader of the assassination gang ‘Queze’ that control the dark district. “Do you have any idea how I feel when I look at you? You stole her body.” – Fyodor Ian Sevirake, the Commander of the Holy Knights. “I don’t mind if you limp when you run around. It’s good enough for me. All I have to do is match your every step.” – Bikan, the highest warrior of the ‘Tuak’ tribe of the Grassland Alliance. In their eyes, I was a pet, a replacement for a dead prospective wife, a nuisance, or simply entertainment. But, I could only be me. From the beginning, I could only be myself.