When Alison Wilder signed the contract of sale, the tip of her pen scratched the parchment. As the only daughter of a declining noble, she became the contracted wife of General Renn, the Blade of the Empire. Nominal wife, reproductive tool, social decoration - the terms of the contract are cold and biting. On their wedding night, Renn, who was covered in blood, scratched her collarbone with his blood-stained fingertips: "Don't fall in love with me, madam." But when the royal conspiracy pointed the sharp blade at Alison, Renn's thousands of troops crushed the gate of the imperial city. He crushed the emperor's imperial edict granting marriage and locked Alison in his arms: "The contract is void." "Now, you can only be my wife."
