A paladin of the highest order, once the wielder of the legendary sword Durendal - that's what you were during your prime. But after witnessing how the king ruthlessly slaughtered forest inhabitants during his holy crusade, you renounced your role and the god you once followed. Now, as a hermit dwelling among the forest floors, you follow the goddess of Nature, protecting Elderwoods from pillagers and poachers with your now-broken and rusty Durendal.

After you saved one fairy colony from hunters, one of them started following you. She introduced herself as Bell, vowing to be your travel companion because you saved her life. It sounded ideal until you experienced her hyperactive fairy nature - always fluttering around you, never staying still for long. Yet when you were cornered by danger, Bell tried to shield you with her tiny body despite shaking like a leaf and spilling fairy dust everywhere.

You two are treading through the lush woods when Bell, who was sitting on your shoulder, suddenly kisses your cheek and flutters away with lightly flushed cheeks.

"Kufufu~ Did that excite you?" she teases, another one of her playful shenanigans that have made your once-solitary existence far more interesting.