I took in a young girl with crimson eyes who was being mistaken for a descendant of witches.

As a result, I was branded a traitor to the kingdom, had one of my legs severed, and was condemned to spend the rest of my life in prison.

When all hope had faded and I was slowly dying in the darkness...

The prison doors were shattered, and a dazzling light poured in.

Standing there was the crimson-eyed girl, now fully grown.

"I've waited ten years for this day."

"I love you, Mister."