It happens that you fall in love with a girl, but you yourself know practically nothing about her. Clever, beautiful, but who endowed her with such a character? Either she affectionately clings to me, then she begins to drink a full cup of blood, while sneezing at all my authority. But I’m not just anyone, but Lucky Leonard, a treasure hunter of the Former Ones. A lucky hunter: it’s not for nothing that they called me Lucky! I have a name, a reputation, my own team. And even if things are not going very well now and we, fleeing the persecution of a powerful enemy, are forced to urgently leave our homeland, this does not mean that she is allowed to behave like this? Or maybe it’s my own fault and I just don’t suspect it?