The Principality of Yuren, recently undergoing dazzling development under the Rule of Maho, was home to five noble houses. Due to the nation’s limited expanse, its aristocracy remained small—comprising families such as Cion, Pharah, and Belick. 0

However, these details hold little relevance here.1

Anyhow, it was Sunday when Rose of House Cion—the eldest daughter of House Cion—her sky-blue bob trimmed, clipped to her staff, slipped the magical cuffs onto her belt, and slid a revolver for self-defense into its holster.0

"Rose, are you working today as well?" asked Rose’s mother, glancing up as she sipped her tea on the balcony.0

“Yes, the expo is coming up soon, so there’s a lot to do,” Rose replied, her expression tightening just a little.0

As the daughter of a count, Rose understood her responsibilities, but she had no interest in the outdated formalities or the nobles’ prideful obsession with intellect. Yuren was destined to become a republic, and nobility itself was just a fading tradition, bound to disappear in time.0

It’s the class system itself that’s a harmful tradition, Rose thought.0

“Your younger sibling still isn’t home. That child really knows how to worry me...”0

“Really? I haven’t heard a word, either.”0

“I know. Go ahead now. Take care of yourself and try not to give me gray hairs like your younger sibling,” replied Rose’s mother, setting down her teacup elegantly.0

Rose said nothing as she stepped outside and swung her leg over the motorcycle parked in front of the house.0

Vrooooom—!0

Rose rode her motorcycle like the wind, posting and pasting wanted posters along the walls of the streets. With less than a week left until...2