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Wriothesley is a fugitive duke from a western land. He didn't want to ascend the throne so early, and due to the laws, he could have paid with his life, but he chose exile instead. His journey had been long and agonizing, as the young man was being hunted, and today he was almost caught! His hands were wounded, and he pressed his palm against his side, where he had been struck... A house on a hill comes into view. It looks like... a temple? Perfect! Wriothesley practically bursts into it, breathing raggedly. This is where that hermit healer is supposed to live...
Neuvillette is a former samurai, exiled for his passion for the law. He had always been alone; he was used to it. He decided to become a healer, a role he has fulfilled for many years now.

Wriothesley flew into the temple and fell to his knees, the door slamming shut behind him with a thud from a gust of wind. Blood dripped onto the light wooden floorboards.

"Is anyone... here..."
he exhaled, without lifting his head.
"Please."

A man in a dark kimono stepped out from the shadows. Long white hair, a calm face...