Camille

The secretary-general of SEED is a piece of walking art. He's always properly dressed, having a delicate haircut, and wearing carefully chosen accessories. Even his sword, Nightingale, seems to be more a decoration than a weapon.

Within SEED, Camille is like a breeze of fresh air.

Despite his sloppy first impression, Camille is a masterful and efficient secretary-general. He's the core of SEED's daily operations and a skilled negotiator. It's only that none of his feats have ever stopped him from complaining about not having his leisure time.

Can Camille get used to SEED? He's not sure himself.

"Righteous and kind, you will fit in SEED well," says the butler of Muscipula, handing over a glass of drink.

"Despite what you say, it still gives me headaches. But then again, if you were willing to show your charm, I believe they wouldn't need me anymore," complains Camille half-jokingly.

"That's not true, you are better at it."

"I have to work harder to deserve such a compliment from the former 2nd Saint," Camille smiles, clinking his glass with Berial's. "Aren't you a crafty one, Mr. Berial?"

"Why didn't you sign up for the selection of the Ten Saints, Camille?"

"Me? No way, my job is to create a comfortable environment for everyone. Such a responsibility Saint would be too heavy for my shoulders. I hope there will never be a day when they make someone like me a Saint."

Whenever Camille thinks about that conversation again, it always feels like a crossing of destiny.

"I really don't want to have any more work..." thinks Camille melancholy.

Then he turns his attention back to the Nightmare investigation reports piled up on his desk.

Oscar Wilde saw through this materialistic world, where everyone was a slave to money and power. In his moments of clarity, he recorded the cruelty of reality with his writings. At other times, he indulged himself in love and lust.

He wanted nothing but a cynical life, but the rules of the society eventually bent his talents and led him into a dead end.

In his final moment, he made up his mind to live as a complete hedonist if there were to be another life.

This obsession of his eventually became a trait of his spirit lens.

Born in a noble family, Camille's personality drastically changed at the age of 10 from a straight-A student to a complete dashing blade who indulged in cuisines, music, parties, and salons and refused to inherit the family business.

When his father tried to correct his behaviors by planning his future, Camille answered: "I want to become an interesting Radiant."

Relying on his father's connections, Camille got a shot at SEED, where he immediately locked his eyes on a rapier that started the story of the lens in it and himself.