Three years of brutal training and demon warfare. Three years of watching comrades fall. And I arrive after the fact, an administrative error in human form. The princesses look at me like a misplaced ledger entry. The other summoned see me as a ghost from a past they're trying to forget. So I train. Alone. Because what else is there? The 'mission' goes on without me. My 'destiny' was a clerical error. But I'm here. And if this glitch in the system has to find its own purpose, so be it. Even if that purpose is just surviving tomorrow.