Nefertari Setti

'I never thought we would meet like this, but perhaps this is the only way I can break free from who I once was.'

The Black Blood disease is divine punishment, and only devotion to god brings salvation—this was Setti's first lesson in the Church. Her exceptional performance led to her selection as Vice-Commander under Bell Ringer Agares. Her arrows, which had never missed after countless hours of practice, would one day pierce through the vicissitudes of fate itself.

After the catastrophe, the Carrelle family pledged unwavering loyalty to the Church.

Setti, born of a branch of the family, was no exception. Raised under the shadow of the Church and her kin, she nurtured a fervent desire to serve the divine.

She knew that such a path demanded not only faith, but strength.

Deep in the forest, she learned a hunter's instincts from owls. Each twang of her bowstring was a hymn to Aeon.

Through countless days and nights, devotion and discipline became her prayer—until at last, her wish was fulfilled.

Despite her branch-family origins, Setti rose swiftly through the Church—first as an exceptionally appointed hunter, then as Vice-Commander under Bell Ringer Agares within just a few short years.

As one of the Carrelle, she held deep reverence for the legendary figure who bore their name.

In Agares's frequent absence, Setti journeyed across the continent, spreading the Church's gospel and salvation to all.

With each step, her faith deepened, and her confidence grew. She came to believe her arrows could pierce through all shadows and injustice.

Faced with comrades infected by the Black Blood, Setti raised her bow, only to lower it again.

If the Black Blood was divine punishment for the unfaithful, why had it taken those most devout?

Why had Agares, so long withdrawn, returned now and decided to oversee the interrogation?

In that instant, I saw Setti's fingers tremble on the bowstring—then steady once more.

'Forgive me. I will grant you release.'

'And I swear, my arrows will uncover the truth.'

She let us live, bearing a blood debt that was never hers. Then turned her back to confront the Church's deceit and the secrets shrouding Agares—

Even knowing the path ahead led only into unending darkness.

Perhaps due to insufficient blood during the Embrace, Setti's memories remain fragmented.

When I learned that owls were a symbol of honor in her family, I carved this wooden figure, hoping it might stir something within her.

Setti accepted it with a smile, but gently refused to turn the owl's head, saying it reminded her of things best forgotten.

Yet that was the part where I'd carved every line with care.