누명 쓴 황자를 주웠다

Sian Roosevelt, the leader of the mercenary group “Dragon’s Claw,” has hobbies of makeup and nail art. She likes handsome men and money.

Although materialistic, she maintains a sense of justice.

“Ivarid… It’s been a while. Should I pay a visit?”

Hearing about the unrest in Ivarid, the peaceful domain of Igrion’s third prince,

she set out on a journey with a light heart, hoping to find some work.

But, what’s this?

“Excuse me? Did you happen to catch my sword? It doesn’t look like it, right? Right?”

“…Help me.”

She ended up picking up the missing third prince.

The one who was said to have been personally executed by the crown prince on charges of assassinating the Dragon King.

As if that wasn’t troublesome enough,

“Have we met somewhere before?”

“What’s with that outdated pickup line? Your life is hanging by a thread here.”

The prince keeps saying incomprehensible things.

Is this, too, perhaps fate?