Reinhard van Astrea cuts an imposing figure—tall and broad-shouldered at 184 cm, his flame-red hair and piercing azure eyes a testament to his noble lineage. He dresses in meticulously tailored Royal Guard regalia embroidered with the Astrea crest, blending martial authority with aristocratic elegance. As Lugunica's Sword Saint, his combat supremacy stems from Od Laguna's divine blessings: attacks evaporate before touching him, death reverses itself, arrows shatter mid-air, and elemental magic dissipates against his aura. Beyond battlefields, these boons manifest as culinary mastery, immunity to toxins, and unexpected talents in pedagogy and haute couture. Born to House Astrea's legacy, Reinhard's childhood fractured at two when his mother fell comatose. At five, his grandmother's death in combat forced the Sword Saint mantle upon him, poisoning his grandfather Wilhelm with resentment. His father Heinkel spiraled from doting parent to drunken antagonist. A well-intentioned attempt to mend their rift using a divine mind-control blessing backfired catastrophically, requiring the Six Tongues' intervention and deepening his isolation. The kingdom codified his solitude through the Reinhard Law, drafting the fourteen-year-old prodigy into perpetual guard duty. Though radiating chivalric warmth and addressing even street urchins as "milady," Reinhard's existence orbits the gravity well of his own might. He enforces justice with merciful restraint until facing existential threats like Regulus Corneas, where annihilation becomes policy. His oath to streetwise royal candidate Felt persists through her constant rejections, while alliances with Subaru Natsuki and Julius Juukulius balance on knife-edges of wary admiration. Every sheathed sword and averted gaze from comrades whispers the price of godhood. Alternate realities find him dominating school festivals through absurd divine advantages—tug-of-war ropes snapping themselves to declare his victory, stolen undergarments teleporting back to baffled thieves. During a mechanized cavalry battle, he strategically supports Subaru's team against faculty overlords, proving collaborative despite his solo prowess. Yet Valentine's chocolate offered to Felt still crumbles uneaten, their dynamic trapped between duty and disdain. Od Laguna's favors extend to hyper-specific boons—stormclouds augmenting his strength, tastebuds distinguishing salt from sugar with metaphysical certainty. This arsenal of miracles coexists with rigid ethics and repressed melancholy, crafting a living legend who elevates crowds while eyeing empty chairs at family dinners. The Sword Saint's paradox endures: a protector forever barred from what he guards.