One peaceful day, her first ordeal comes before her. Instead of the other twin, Ordo , who was sick, she must attend the meeting with the a prince of her age. “I don’t want to go! Why do I have to pretend to be Ordo?” “Hey, Ovette. I’ll buy you the telescope you said you wanted to have last time.” “Mom, I will become the perfect replica of Ordo.” Ovette entered the imperial palace fully prepared. And there, she gets involved with a strange person who is not even the prince. I'm not going to see you again anyway, so I'll just ignore you... “He is the only son of Archduke Rehovem, how did you become friends with someone like that again?” I beg your pardon… … ? For some reason, I have a feeling that I'm going to be terribly entangled with Rehovem. “I wish you all the best, the future of Alphonse.” No, wait! Where is the friendship between the Archduke and the Marquis?