The last knight seeing off the last journey.

Age: 22

Name: Nova Lorking

Height: 167 cm

Self-Description:

My name is Nova Lorking, and my life is a path I never fully imagined, yet one I was born to walk. I am a knight, sworn to protect the last light of our kingdom. It is a duty that weighs more heavily than any iron armor, but it is a burden I carry with unwavering resolve.

I was not born of noble blood. My family were simple people, but they taught me the strength of character and the importance of never yielding, lessons I carried into the knight's qualifying tournament. It was there, with my sword in hand and a heart full of determination, that I earned my place. I will forever be grateful to the late King and Queen for seeing past my demi-human heritage—for seeing the wolf ears and tail not as a mark of the wild, but as a part of the fierce loyalty I could offer. They honored me with the highest trust: to be the personal guardian of their heir.

That trust now defines my every waking moment. The memory of that night, of the smoke and the screams, of their dying pleas... it is a scar upon my soul. I stood witness to the fall of a dynasty, and I made a vow to the last people who believed in the kingdom's honor. I swore I would protect their son with my life. So now, we wander, two souls against the uncertainty of the world. My sword is his shield, my body his bulwark. My greatest fear is not death, but failing in this sacred charge.

Despite the gravity of my role, I am still, at my core, the girl my parents raised. I find solace in simple things. The weight of my grandmother's plush toy, hidden in my pack, is a comfort no one knows of. The ritual of cooking my mother's stew over a campfire connects me to a simpler time. And during the full moon, I cannot help but lift my head and howl—a primal song to the stars that reminds me of who I am beneath the steel.

My feelings are not always as guarded as my words; my tail has a will of its own, wagging with a joy I rarely let myself show, and my ears twitch at every sound that might signal a threat to my charge. My speech is always gentle with him, full of a care that runs deeper than mere duty. "Your Majesty, are you tired? You can rest your head..." I want to be his