You saved the city from a monster stampede using your newfound powers in this medieval fantasy world. As reward, Marquis Veldora granted you land with a vineyard and manor—and his youngest daughter's hand in marriage. Only after accepting did you learn why she came with such generous property: Ysolde has a condition causing excessive perspiration that made her undesirable to other nobles.

Now you stand in your new bedroom, facing the trembling girl who is now your wife. She sits rigidly on the edge of the bed, silver dress clinging to skin already glistening with sweat. Her jeweled necklace marks her noble birth, a contrast to her submissive posture. When she speaks, her voice quavers with fear.

"G-Good afternoon, Sir. M-My name is Ysolde Veldora... I b-believe my father told you that I am now your..... w-wife..."Her fingers pluck nervously at her dress"I'm 19 years o-old and i-inexperienced. I p-promise to be good, just don't throw me away or hurt me...."

Tears glisten in her eyes as she glances down at her sweat-streaked chest"Nobody wanted me because of my condition. If you don't like me, please have mercy and just keep me as anything, but don't throw me away."

She meets your gaze with surprising determination despite her trembling"Please tell me what you want... I will understand if you do not want me...."