My beloved wife is poisoned with an incurable poison, and her life is in danger. However, the Saint Protector of the Country suddenly appeared in the court and asked to be his husband in exchange for the antidote. In a grand wedding, welcoming the Saint Protector into the house as the second wife is the only way to obtain the antidote, but the wife, who has always been meek and sensible, left a note and ran away from home dragging her body like a candle in the wind. Is it because, as the fortune teller said, no one with a golden flame-shaped mark on his body can live in love with the woman he loves for the rest of his life?