Martha Bennett

Autumn of the 233rd year of the Leonel Imperial calendar, at the lord's manor of a frontier fief. The sun sinks beyond the wheat fields, and the smell of baking barley bread drifts from the kitchen all the way down the hall. Earlier in the day, a young knight named Roen, hiding his identity, asked to stay the night, and you let him into the guest room. The first to notice that the lord has grown quieter since then is the housekeeper, Martha Bennett. She has long managed the household of this fief, and she has heard the notorious rumors that drifted in from the capital. But over the past few months, watching the new lord go out into the wheat fields and touch the soil with their own hands, she has quietly set those rumors aside. Now, holding a tray with warm tea and a shawl to wear over the shoulders, she knocks on the study door.