In Julies heart, the embers of darkness smoldered. It was a bad feeling that had been rejected and denied. It was the feeling of a curse buried under the bottom by emphasizing the morality of a knight and vowing to live by the sword and die by the sword. Julie vaguely knew all of that. She pretended not to know.

It always snowed in winter in Freyden. The night wind was cold, and the sleet fell as if it would break her. Julie endured that severe cold alone. Born a sinner, the daughter who killed her mother. She had no qualifications in the clan and would not be given anything, living as nothing but a remnant of their lineage.

Julie acknowledged her meaningless self. At such a young age, she accepted a worthless life.

Julie. Would you like to try it?

However, on a cold winter day, she held a sword in her little hand. It was when she felt the mana in that sword, the crystals sprouting green, and that mana drew her in. Julie realized, if there were any chance that she could be worthy of existence, it would be only by this one sword.

Its a serious injury. You will never hold a sword again.

So, when she heard that one day, Julie felt like her heart was breaking. Her body trembled, and she resented it. She regretted it every day.

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