A Shadow Guard of the Yaoqing, Moze is taciturn and solitary, always acting on his own.
As an expert in intelligence services and other operations that must remain covert, Moze rarely shows himself before others. The moment he reveals his blade usually spells doom for his enemies.
He commands a vast wealth of assassination techniques, coupled with an extraordinary obsession for orderliness and cleanliness.

“Merciful of Sanctus Medicus… Now, listen to us. Swallow this — not only will your illness be cured, but you shall become no different to a long-life species… You shall live a long, long life…”
He tries to swallow the medicine, but does not dare inhale.

He has no idea how many more times he would have to endure this suffering. The thick liquid passed through his esophagus like he is swallowing needles. A powerful urge to vomit crushes his entire chest.
“Swallow it. Don't spit it out. This is medicine…”
His body is also echoing this sentiment: Swallow it, and you will never have to face the thread of wild beasts, never again will you fall into the gaping, bloody jaws of fear.
Swallow it, and your body shall no longer be powerless, never again will you have to stand by and watch your companions die.
Swallow it.

As his organs and flesh begin to consume the medicine, a strange power begins to course through him. He yearns to gasp for air, but the sensation of being devoured and torn that spreads from his abdomen down his limbs makes him feel suffocated.
“Endure it. Just like before… If you can just endure it…”
He can no longer make a sound. Only his body is conversing with him.
Endure it. He will then no longer be the orphan abandoned by his village in the wilderness.
Endure it. Then, every word he speaks will be answered, and he will no longer be alone.
Endure it.

“Moze? How do you feel?
“Very god. Seems like you withstood it once again.”
“Keep holding on. Don't be afraid. All of your ailments will be eliminated.”
“When that time comes… You can do whatever you please. Hunt the beasts of the wild, protect your companions, live a long and health life…“
“When your body is completely healed… you will obtain a whole life… you will become our true family.”
“When that time comes, we must carry on each other's wills.”

Who knew that one has to bear so much to finally find their family.
“It hurts…”
He can no longer take it. The sound of agony finds its way through the cracks in his gritted teeth. However, the person by his side simply says:
“Unity of Discipuli Medicus, the Immortality's true path. Pass this trial in safety, and victory would mean life.”
“The mercy of Sanctus Medicus.”

No one cares what he has to say, so he slowly grows accustomed to not talking.

“General, report! One hundred and seventeen of the Disciples of Sanctus Medicus have been captured and will be handed over to the Ten-Lords Commission for imprisonment.”
“However, this young man has likely suffered torture with their medicines. Look…”
As he hides himself in the shadows, the woman being referred to as the “General” walks towards him. She had clearly already noticed his presence.

“When that time comes, we must carry on each other's wills.”
The voice that resounds in his mind is devoid of emotion, yet day after day of being exposed to it causes him to raise his dagger at once.
However, in the blink of an eye, the dagger comes crashing to the ground.
“You wish to kill me?”
“You killed my family.”
He notices a momentary unease in the eyes of the fox-eared woman.
“You count them as family?”
“They saved me. They are the only reason I am alive.”
She lets go of the boy and shakes her head.
“I see you know nothing… Never mind. Someone will come to plan a home and life for you. Just follow them and you will be fine.”

As she turns to leave, the boy stays crouched on the floor, simply staring at her back. He knows that this may be his final chance.
He picks up the dagger from the ground, jumps high into the air from behind her, and lunges forward.

“A fine attack!” She praises him.
This time, the dagger does not fall to the ground, as it ends in the woman's hands. However, he does not give up. He dodges left and right, and even gnaws at the woman's hand when that failed.
“It's not polite to bite people, you know… Ah, don't worry about me. Stand down… This child reminds me of how I was in the borisin war camp.”
The woman does not fight back. She simply dodges his assaults. The young man is panting and out of breath, yet still desperately seeking a break in her defenses. They stand in a stalemate.

“How about this? You can come back with me.”
The woman pulls out a strale and hands it to the young man.
“I'll make a deal with you. Come with me, and you can challenge me whenever you please until the day that your vengeance is successful.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you come with me, you can kill me any time you like.”
Even the surround Verdant Knights were stupefied by her words.
“Of course, until the day you kill me, you must do as I tell you. You will eat three square meals every day, study, learn martial arts… Oh, and you will shower daily.”
The young man swallows a heavy gulp.
“What about after I kill you?”
The woman was caught off-guard for a moment before erupting into loud laughter.
“Then, naturally, you will be free to do whatever you please.”