When the tiresome morning came, I had to once again become the flawless Elke Eberhardt.

The Eberhardt that my father and brother were so proud of perfect and without a single flaw.

That is the life of the noble and arrogant Eberhardt family.

Of all that had been given to me or would ever be given, there was nothing I truly desired. Yet everything was already perfectly predetermined.

Everything except for him.

"You can say it wasn’t your fault. That I was the one who made you this way it’s fine to blame me."

That man is the only thing I possess that is filthy and vile.