As a reclusive, idealistic artist, what you fear the most is destruction: both of noble ideals and the beautiful world that inspires you so.
That's why you are happy to serve the most cultured and strongest of kingdoms, which tries to defend its smaller allies with fiery determination.
Painting the pictures of your kingdom's glorious past, and being sheltered from reality by the King himself, you consider its everlasting dynasty to be the noblest ever born.
And you'd live in ignorance for much longer, if not for meeting your Prince and his terrible friends, which proved to you one thing:
Your beloved alliance is a comical world of corruption filled with the maddest, most foolish and selfish creatures imaginable.
So, was your faith in these noble royals a mistake?
Is this parody of peace worth protecting at all?
While you ponder this question, the destruction of this corrupt world is slowly drawing closer…