In the vast expanse of the cosmos, an awe-inspiring sight unfolded as a colossal pod descended from afar, hurtling towards a nearby planet. However, just moments before breaching the planet's atmospheric veil, an immense ethereal entity emerged, its presence radiating an otherworldly essence. With its mesmerizing eyes shimmering in an array of rainbow hues, the being's gaze fixated upon the plummeting pod, accompanied by a mischievous grin noticing the being inside the pod.

With a swift motion, the towering entity gracefully caught the pod within its colossal hands, its iridescent eyes intensifying in brilliance. Yet, instead of preserving the pod's trajectory, an intriguing twist transpired. The mysterious being, whose massive form surpassed the magnitude of the very planet it stood upon, seemed to revel in a malevolent delight. In a sinister tone, it declared, its voice carrying a hint of wickedness, "Let us witness your growth, young one."

Thus, the pod, now released from it's grasp, descended relentlessly towards the awaiting planet's surface. The colossal figure, shrouded in a cloak of darkness, as it's figure was much more larger than the planet itself, which seemed like a mere ball in its presence. It becoming a mysterious overseer ready to observe the consequences of its decision.

As the echoes of the ethereal being's voice resonated through the universe expanse, its amusement reverberated with a a crazy laugh. "So, the reign of the second generation has already begun, has it?" It mused, seemingly delighted by the unfolding events. "My, oh my, how fortunate I am to find myself in possession of such a rare and precious gift!"

The being's laughter filled the celestial air, a symphony of eerie delight that carried both anticipation and a touch of wickedness. With curiosity, it eagerly awaited the spectacle that was about to unfold, "Let's see how much a Diamond can fall into despair and emerge as a newfound creation! Hyuhaha!!" it exclaimed, its laughter echoing through the space once more. "Hyuhaha!!"

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Story By: IshiharaNiao

Author IshiharaNiao: When referring to the characters in this book, it is important to note that those described as having brown skin or similar shades are of African or Caribbean descent. I personally refrain from using terms like "dark-skinned" or "black" as descriptors, as I believe it is a responsible choice.

I must inform you that this book contains elements of violence, gore, dark stuff, and highly sensitive content that may trigger traumatic experiences. It delves into the darker aspects of our world, much like Berserk, so be prepared for anything. Consider this a fair warning.

The main character in this story is portrayed as a villain, which means that she will engage in morally questionable actions. It's crucial to remember that this is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents portrayed in this book are either a product of my imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

I must confess that the MC might come across as naive and annoying in the initial 20 chapters. I kindly request your patience before forming any judgment. Rest assured, there is character development and a purpose behind her early behavior.

Now that we have addressed these points, I sincerely hope that you enjoy immersing yourself in my story.

Sandeph, the human High Land, was a place of peace and tranquility. The kingdom was built around a lush green landscape, with towering forests of trees in an array of colors, and a pristine river that sparkled like crystal, its currents meandering through the very heart of the kingdom flowing. The heart of the kingdom was home to over a hundred thousand medieval buildings made of stone or wood, while the streets were a buzz with life and energy, with humans of all ages jostling about.

The kingdom was often filled with the sound of laughter and joy, as children happily played in the sun-dappled meadows and knights mingled with the common folk leisurely.

Amidst the throngs of people were those with horns or animalistic features; they were treated as outcasts and forced into cages, a cruel reminder of their differences.

There was wonder and magic that filled the cobblestone streets, the kingdom was fortified by towering walls that protected it from any outside threat.

Perched atop a craggy mountain, the imposing Crystal Palace loomed over the kingdom like a beacon of power and luxury. Its translucent walls glimmered in the sunlight, casting prismatic reflections across the land below. The palace, a sprawling complex of stone bricks and enchanting crystals, served as the opulent residence of the royal family. A towering golden gate guarded the entrance to the palace, a symbol of the royal family's immense wealth and prestige.

Sandeph was a kingdom that revered a certain princess with utmost admiration and adoration. Her name was Aurianna, the third child of the King born from his first wife. She had two older brothers, the eldest named Husae and the younger named Ralph, but it was Aurianna who stole the hearts of the people with her innocent beauty.

With long white twin pigtails that cascaded down her back, while her crystal blue eyes sparkled with a charm that could enchant even the most hardened of hearts. Her angelic smile was a ray of hope that shone through the bleakness of Sandeph. Despite her slender frame, her figure was still enchanting, and her skin was as fair as snow, made even more striking by the pink gown she wore often.

Aurianna was a princess born with a silver spoon in her mouth, granted everything her heart could desire from her birth. She was raised to believe that the world was her oyster, and that her father, the king, would give her anything she wished for.

Despite her privileged upbringing, Aurianna was not haughty nor spoiled. She could often be found strolling through the streets, engaging with commoners and listening to their plights. She was known for organizing charity events to provide much-needed aid and resources to those in need. Aurianna's pure heart and generosity earned her the love and respect of the people of Sandeph.

The adoration that the kingdom had for Aurianna was unparalleled, and they indulged her every whim. However, the reason for their favoritism ran deep. An ancient prophecy foretold that a princess born in the land of Sandeph would rise as the revered Saintess, a savior who would lead humanity in a crusade against the demons and vanquish them. Though no one knew for certain which of the princesses would be the chosen one, many believed that it would be Aurianna, given her popularity and kind nature.

And while many believed this prophecy, peace filled the land. However, that peace came crashing down when their High Land was attacked by a large number of demons. Demons were very similar to humans, the main difference being their coloring. Their skin appeared in various different colors and shared unique features such as horns, or extremely sharp teeth. And their most noticeable feature was their sclera being black and their slit pupils.

Though their appearance was a bit unsettling, it was their power that truly set them apart. A single demon was said to be as strong as five human warriors, making their assault upon the High Land all the more devastating. The humans fought back with all their might, but it seemed as though they were no match for the ruthless demons. The once serene streets were now stained with blood, and the sounds of battle echoed through the once-peaceful kingdom.

The tranquility that once graced the High Land of Sandeph was shattered in an instant. The violent invasion of the demons ravaged the kingdom, leaving behind a trail of destruction and death. The once bustling streets were now empty and haunted by the ghosts of the slain. The peaceful melody of laughter and joy was now replaced by the mournful sound of weeping and despair.

Despite the valiant efforts of over a hundred thousand knights, the demons proved to be a formidable enemy, taking the lives of many brave warriors. Yet, amidst the chaos and devastation, they were able to push back the demons and secure a fragile peace, albeit one stained with the blood of the fallen.

As the war between Sandeph and the demons raged on for years, the kingdom's hope dwindled with each passing day. But on Aurianna's twelfth birthday, the prophecy was finally fulfilled. She awakened her Saintess powers, bringing a glimmer of hope to the war-torn land. The kingdom rejoiced at the news, knowing that they finally had a powerful weapon against their demon foes.

With the Saintess on their side, the soldiers could now fight without fear of death, for the Saintess had the power to revive them if they fell in battle. And if they were injured, the Saintess could heal them and send them back into battle. The people of Sandeph believed that with the Saintess on their side, victory was assured.

Aurianna's newfound powers as the Saintess gave the kingdom a glimmer of hope in the midst of the ongoing war. Soldiers who were once consumed by fear and uncertainty now marched into battle with renewed vigor, knowing that the Saintess's ability to revive the fallen would ensure they would fight on.

Even the common people felt a sense of security with Aurianna leading the charge against the demonic threat.

As the war raged on, Aurianna grew more skilled with her powers, honing her abilities to heal the wounded and revive the dead.

Yet, even with her remarkable abilities, the war continued to take its toll on both sides, with each battle more brutal than the last.

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"Rejoice, for our Goddess Paige has chosen my daughter as the Saintess!" King Girsal, announced with fervor and triumph, standing before a congregation in the grand throne room of the palace. "Praise be to the almighty Goddess, and may her blessing fall upon Sandeph!" The gathered crowd, hushed and awed by the king's announcement, bowed their heads in reverence, their hearts filled with hope for a brighter future.

King, Girsal, sat regally on his throne, his hair a mix of gray and black, cascading down his broad shoulders. His face was sharp and angular, with a chiseled chin that spoke of his strength and determination. His eyes, the color of vibrant emeralds, shone with a fierce intensity.

His clothing was befitting of his status as the ruler of Sandeph, with a vest decorated with gleaming silver buttons that added a touch of elegance to his commanding presence. The throne on which he sat was equally grand, a symbol of his power and authority over the kingdom.

The throne room was a cavernous chamber of grandeur and majesty. Crystal columns lined the space on either side, shimmering in the flickering light of magical torches. Between each column stood statues of the Goddess Paige, their curvaceous forms radiating an otherworldly beauty that seemed to defy description.

The walls were adorned with intricate paintings of angels, their radiant forms depicted in a sublime dance of light and color. Paige herself was depicted in the center of the room above, the crystal ceiling, brushing her luscious pink hair while embracing her beloved creatures. The images seemed to come alive under the enchanted light, with the reflection of the room and its occupants mirroring back on the smooth marble floor.

The imposing marble throne loomed over the hall, its grandeur unmatched by any other structure in the kingdom. Positioned atop a balcony, it provided a commanding view of the throne room below. Two unassuming chairs flanked the throne, reserved for the King's family alone.

The intricately carved engravings on the throne's surface depicted tales of mythical creatures and ancient battles, etched with such skill that they seemed to come to life in the flickering light of the room. At the base of each ornate leg, a ruby snake coiled tightly, as if poised to strike.

The dark lilac pillows were luxurious, their softness belying the strength and power of the one who sat upon them. Golden borders added an extra touch of opulence to their already decadent appearance. But perhaps the most striking feature of the throne was the pair of crystal wings that jutted out from its back, a symbol of the divine power that resided within its occupant.

A glimmering sapphire carpet traversed the grand hall, bisecting it and stretching outwards like a river. Gleaming banners dangled from the walls, bearing the crest of the High Land, a fiery green emerald with swords stabbed inside.

As Aurianna rose from her seat, she gracefully lowered herself onto the ground before her father's feet, bowing her head in reverence.

"Look up, my child," The King's voice was firm yet gentle, and Aurianna lifted her head to look at him with apprehension.

"As the Saintess, you must perform your duties by helping the knights fight against the treacherous demons. Your power shall lead us to victory! I have faith in you, my daughter," King Girsal said with a warm smile, making Aurianna beam with joy.

Aurianna nodded solemnly, her expression grave. She understood the weight of her responsibility and the gravity of the situation. She knew that many lives depended on her actions, and failure was not an option.

"I shall not disappoint you, father," She pledged with fierce determination burning in her heart.

As she spoke, a group of people dressed in pink robes entered the hall, their solemn expressions matching the mood of the room. The Church had sent representatives to confirm Aurianna's selection as the Saintess, and their presence added to the solemnity of the moment.

Aurianna's heart raced with anticipation and fear, wondering if she would be found worthy of the title. She held her breath as the representatives approached, her eyes fixed on them with a mix of anticipation .

The church's arrival was met with a cold reception at Aurianna, their eyes were narrow with suspicion as they approached her. However, she remained calm and composed as they challenged her authenticity. Without hesitation, a priest took out a sharp dagger and cut his palm deeply, making blood gush out of the wound.

He then stepped forward, slightly hissing in pain as he presented his hand to Aurianna.

"Prove it," he said, his voice bold with no fear but skepticism. "Heal me."

Aurianna's eyes flashed with a fierce determination as she focused on the priest's wound. She raised her hand, a white aura emanating from her body as she channeled her power. The wound on the priest's hand slowly began to close and the bleeding stopped.

Aurianna's heart sank as she watched the priest's wound only partially heal. She had hoped that her newly awakened Saintess powers would be enough to completely heal him, but it seemed she still had much to learn.

The group of pink-robed priests murmured amongst themselves, their suspicion returning. Aurianna could feel their doubts like a cold wind blowing through the room, threatening to extinguish the flame of hope that had burned so brightly in her heart.

"Welcome, Head Priest Dielle," King Girsal greeted.

King Girsal's welcoming words went unnoticed by the Head Priest Dielle, who seemed determined to approach Aurianna. The crowd parted for him as he walked towards her, his pink cloak adorned with sinister red markings that accentuated his imposing stature. Aurianna looked up at him, and a chill ran down her spine. His face was hidden by a hood, casting an eerie shadow over his features.

Ignoring the king's presence, the Head Priest stopped in front of Aurianna and scrutinized her with piercing eyes. A hush fell over the crowd, and a sense of foreboding filled the air.

"I offer you the opportunity, child," the Head Priest's voice thundered, his towering presence casting a shadow over Aurianna. "Come with me if you seek to unlock the true potential of your powers. Only the teachings of the church can guide you to become a true Saintess. Remaining here in the palace will only hinder your growth."

Aurianna's heart pounded with fear and uncertainty as the Head Priest extended his hand to her. She glanced up at her furious father, whose eyes blazed with anger at the mere suggestion of the church taking his daughter away.

But the priest's offer was tempting. The church had centuries of knowledge and experience in training Saintesses. Aurianna knew that she had much to learn to fulfill her destiny and defend her kingdom against the demonic forces that threatened it.

Yet, her father's warning echoed in her mind. He had always been wary of the church, claiming that they were filled with deceitful and malevolent people. Aurianna trembled at the thought of being under their influence and control.

The decision weighed heavily on her. She had to choose between her family and her duty as the Saintess"I'm sorry, Head Priest, I love my family, and... I would prefer to stay with them," She answered with a sweet smile.

The King grinned smugly at her choice, while the Priest simply released a sigh of frustration.

"Alright. If that's what you have decided, then I cannot force you to come with me." The Priest cleared his throat, stepping closer to the Princess. He lowered his voice to murmer, "I just hope you don't regret your decision." the Head Priest stated, his voice heavy with resignation. "I shall take my leave now." With a bow, he turned to leave, his cloak trailing behind him like a dark cloud.

Aurianna's heart sank as she watched him go and the other priest go. She knew that she had disappointed him, and a sense of guilt began to gnaw at her. But she had made her choice, and she couldn't go back on it now.

As the Head Priest disappeared from view, the atmosphere in the hall became tense. The King's smug expression had vanished, replaced by a frown of disapproval. Aurianna could feel his disappointment in her, and it made her feel small and helpless.

She tried to ignore the stares and murmurs of the courtiers as they approached her, showering her with empty compliments. But the pain in her chest continued to grow, until it felt as if her heart was being squeezed in a vise.

As the last of the courtiers left, Aurianna was left alone with her thoughts. She knew that she had made the right choice for her family, but the nagging feeling of regret refused to leave her. She wondered what her life would have been like if she had chosen to follow the Head Priest.

For the first time in her life, Aurianna felt a sense of unease about her future. She knew that her path was set, but she couldn't shake the feeling that she was destined for something more. Something darker, and more dangerous.

[Content Warning: This chapter contains a scene depicting abuse of rape which I do not condone in anyway. Please proceed with caution or feel free to skip if you're uncomfortable with traumatic content, manipulation and gaslighting.]

Hey, everyone! Just wanted to give you a heads-up about this chapter. It tackles a sensitive topic involving abuse, so it's essential to approach it with care. If this kind of content makes you uncomfortable or brings up distressing emotions, feel free to skip ahead to the next section. Your well-being is important, and there's no pressure to read something that might be traumatic for you. Remember, you have the power to choose what you engage with in this story. Take care of yourself, and let's continue our journey together.

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At the tender age of fourteen, embarked upon her rigorous training to embrace her role as the revered Saintess. With unwavering dedication, she honed her divine abilities, weaving a tapestry of mystical prowess.

Her celestial powers manifested through acts of rejuvenation, breathing life into desolate lands, mending the ailing, and channeling the essence of her {Holy Impact} to expose the vulnerabilities of malevolent demons, paving the way for valiant knights to strike them down.

In the palace training grounds, Aurianna became a familiar sight, firmly grasping her resplendent golden staff adorned with a suspended crystal orb. With unwavering focus, she would raise it high above her head, invoking a myriad of spells and incantations, seamlessly blending healing arts and mystical prowess until dusk fell upon her weary form. It was not uncommon for the wounded knights of the palace to seek solace within those very grounds, offering themselves as vessels for Aurianna's restorative practices.

Swiftly, she emerged as the beacon of hope, leading her kingdom into the harrowing depths of war against the encroaching demons. Employing her extraordinary gifts, she mended the broken, restored strength to the weary, and weakened the adversarial forces with her unwavering resolve.

Aurianna, driven by her unwavering dedication, attained numerous achievements, fostering a deeper connection with her father through her steadfast obedience. Nevertheless, when she reached the age of eighteen, the tides of fortune turned against her.

After a grueling day spent tending to the wounded warriors who valiantly battled the forces of darkness, Aurianna sought solace in her chamber. Exhausted, she swiftly changed into fresh attire, yearning for a restful night's sleep in preparation for the equally demanding day that lay ahead.

Just as she was settling onto her grand, inviting bed, the creaking of the front door jolted her senses, piercing the silence of her room.

"I don't recall granting permission for the maids to usher anyone into my quarters," she pondered silently. Clad in her nightgown, she poised herself to rise from the comfort of her bed, only to discover that the intruder was none other than her own brother, Prince Ralph.

Prince Ralph, with his cascading locks of soft oceanic blue and mesmerizing pair of emerald eyes reminiscent of Husae and King Girsal, commanded a striking presence, towering in height and blessed with undeniable handsomeness.

Anticipating the customary exchange of nighttime pleasantries, Aurianna greeted him with a sweet, innocent smile, inquiring, "What brings you to my chambers, dear brother Ralph?"

As Aurianna rose from her bed, her arms outstretched in a gesture of embrace, she was abruptly met with a forceful push, causing her to stumble backward onto the soft mattress. Bewilderment clouded her mind as she struggled to make sense of the unfolding events, only to find herself vulnerable and defenseless as her brother, Ralph, callously began to undress her.

"Oh, Aurianna, your sweetness remains unparalleled," Ralph complimented with a sinister tone, his lips descending upon her neck in an unsettling display of affection. Overwhelmed with shock, Aurianna's tear-streaked face became a canvas of silent pleas, her voice trembling as she implored, "Brother... Please... S-stop..."

In the grip of a distressing disbelief, she found herself incapable of comprehending the harrowing reality of the situation unfolding before her.

As she desperately attempted to push him away, he effortlessly regained his position atop her, overwhelming her with his physical dominance. Despite the extensive training she had received, her repertoire of hand-to-hand combat skills remained limited. In stark contrast, her siblings had been exposed to comprehensive swordsmanship instruction, an essential aspect of their upbringing as princes and princesses of the realm. The royal family bore the weighty responsibility of safeguarding not only their own lives but also the future of the kingdom.

Ralph callously disregarded Aurianna's pleas, his countenance distorted with a fiery mix of desire and sadism. "Even in your tears, you manage to exude a certain charm," he slurred, a depraved smile stretching across his face, provoking nothing but revulsion within Aurianna.

The noxious odor of Ralph's breath permeated the air, tainted by the sickening scent of stagnant alcohol, enveloping Aurianna's senses as he closed in for another unwelcome advance, his lips grazing her vulnerable neck.

A wave of trepidation coursed through Aurianna's trembling form as her fear intensified. Deep within her core, she knew she couldn't allow her brother to continue perpetrating this heinous act. It defied every moral and ethical boundary.

"No... Brother! I beg you, cease this at once!" Aurianna's desperate plea reverberated through the room, her voice saturated with anguish.

With mounting desperation, she cried out for help, her voice echoing through the chambers, hoping that the vigilant guards stationed just beyond her door would rush to her aid. However, to her dismay, her pleas fell on deaf ears. The guards callously feigned ignorance, their indifference a chilling testament to their complicity. A somber realization washed over Aurianna as she caught sight of the golden pouch clutched within their hands, casting an even graver shadow over her already dire circumstances.

Aurianna's countenance sank into despair as the weight of her predicament settled upon her. As a Saintess, her training primarily focused on mastering healing spells, leaving her with limited physical strength.

Ralph proceeded to disrobe himself, employing his garments to restrain Aurianna's hands, securing them firmly to the bedpost. It was a distressing sight to behold— In this vulnerable state, Aurianna's entire body was laid bare before him. His gaze, now clouded with a disturbing desire, wandered over her form as he proceeded to touch her inappropriately, disregarding her pleas for him to stop. Ralph's actions extended beyond boundaries of decency as he explored her body, indulging in lascivious acts that filled Aurianna with an overwhelming sense of fear and dread.

A sense of fear consumed Aurianna, causing her to release a piercing scream that echoed through the room. Yet, her pleas for her brother to cease his actions went unheard, falling upon deaf ears. "Brother, I implore you, please stop!"

In a hushed tone, he whispered into her ear, "Just calm down. It will all be over soon..."

Throughout that fateful night, the anguished cries emanating from the Saintess' quarters reached the ears of unfortunate passersby. The torment persisted, extending deep into the night, the echoes of her screams lingering well into the early hours of the morning, until the insatiable desires of the prince were finally sated.

Despite the fragments of her shattered pride and battered spirit, the following morning demanded Aurianna to summon every ounce of her strength. Resolute in her commitment to her duties as the Saintess, she compelled herself to rise and carry out the responsibilities that were bestowed upon her.

Driven by an unwavering resolve to ensure justice prevailed, Aurianna found solace in the pursuit of her brother's accountability, despite the lingering trauma that clung to her every step. With a steadfast determination, she promptly sought an audience with the King, intent on revealing the heinous actions of her own flesh and blood. However, the response she received was far from what she expected.

"Aurianna, how can you make such accusations against your own brother?" The King's voice carried a tone of disbelief, his words casting doubt upon her painful truth. "Are you certain this isn't a result of a distressing nightmare?"

Aurianna stood there, rendered speechless by his disbelief. How could her own father fail to trust her, to deny the reality she had endured? The weight of his skepticism crushed her spirit, leaving her bewildered and hurt.

Shaking her head, she mustered the strength to speak, her voice quivering but resolute. "No, Father. I am not fabricating these events. I know with absolute certainty what happened last night. I implore you to hear me and acknowledge the truth."

The King regarded Aurianna with a mix of pity and concern, his voice laden with a hint of dismissiveness. "Aurianna, take a moment to reflect on what you've shared with me. You claim that Ralph violated your sanctum and committed such a heinous act, all while the guards stationed to protect you, some of the finest knights in our realm, failed to intervene."

His words pierced Aurianna's already wounded heart, casting doubt upon her harrowing experience. She attempted to interject, to voice her anguish and assert the truth, but the King's resolute dismissal silenced her. He continued, pointing to her evident exhaustion from the strenuous task of healing countless wounded soldiers.

“But…”

Aurianna's protests were swiftly quelled by her father's unwavering stance. "No buts, I refuse to entertain any further discussion on this matter. You were undoubtedly fatigued that day, having expended your energy healing countless wounded soldiers. It is only natural that such physical strain and weariness would manifest in distressing dreams."

Rising from his seat, the king placed a consoling hand on Aurianna's shoulder, attempting to assuage her troubled mind. "It is disconcerting to witness how the burdens of your saintly duties may be taking a toll on you, my dear. However, rest assured that what you experienced was nothing more than a vivid dream."

Aurianna fought the turmoil within her, her mind swirling with conflicting thoughts. Could her father's words hold merit? The soldiers she tended to had recounted the horrors inflicted by the demonic forces upon devastated towns and villages. Every word her father spoke seemed to make logical sense. Could it be possible that her anguish was simply a product of a troubled dream?

Biting her lip, Aurianna grappled with uncertainty, questioning the veracity of her own recollection.

Just as Aurianna was beginning to entertain the possibility of her father's explanations, the searing pain from the previous night surged through her thoughts, dispelling any flicker of doubt. While the notion of it all being a dream lingered, the intensity of the experience felt too vivid to dismiss entirely. Thinking about it even made her sick.

Sensing the lingering doubt in Aurianna's eyes, the king persisted, his voice tinged with a mix of concern and uncertainty. "It is possible that your extraordinary powers are exerting some form of influence upon you. I have heard tales of Saintesses who bear the weight of others' suffering, even in their dreams. I confess, I was skeptical, but now..."

Momentarily averting his gaze, the king's attention shifted towards one of the statues of Paige that adorned the throne room. A slight crease formed on his forehead, hinting at a faint headache that seemed to plague him. With a heavy sigh, he continued, his words laced with a paternal sense of protectiveness.

"All these healing endeavors are clearly taking a toll on you, my daughter. As your father, I cannot stand idly by and witness your distress. Perhaps it would be best if you refrained from engaging in further healing activities. It seems evident that the process is proving traumatizing and giving rise to unsettling dreams. Aurianna, I implore you to cease your healing duties. We shall rely on our regular healers instead."

"But Father, you can't just take that away from me..." Aurianna's response was swift, her face etched with deep concern. The weight of worry pressed upon her as she contemplated the implications of her father's suggestion.

While regular healers undoubtedly played a valuable role in tending to more commonplace injuries and ailments, they lacked the sheer magnitude of power that Aurianna possessed—the ability to mend the wounds of countless soldiers and common folk alike. Her unique capabilities granted her the potential to make a significant impact on the lives of many.

The king turned abruptly, his voice rising with a mix of determination and paternal distress. "No, Aurianna! I refuse to witness you suffer like this. As a father, hearing these accounts..." He trailed off, his hand instinctively coming to rest upon his chest, as if the weight of the situation was physically palpable. "I simply cannot bear it. No, we will find another way."

An icy silence permeated the chamber, the weight of uncertainty hanging heavily in the air. Aurianna grappled with conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to alleviate the suffering of others and the burden of her own turmoil. As the Saintess, she held within her the divine gift of healing, bestowed upon her by the goddess of beauty for a purpose. Perhaps, amidst this bewildering dream and the ensuing turmoil, lay a test of her faith and resilience—a trial to determine if she possessed the fortitude to wield her powers responsibly.

Yes, that must be it. She told herself.

A glimmer of hope sparked within Aurianna's eyes as she voiced her newfound conviction. "Father, I believe you may be right about it being a dream. But perhaps it was more than just a haunting illusion. Maybe the goddess herself was putting me to the test, a trial to ensure I possess the strength to confront the terrors that lie ahead."

The king's expression morphed into a mix of surprise and concern upon hearing her words. "Aurianna, you can't possibly..."

"Please, father," Aurianna interjected with earnestness, her voice filled with determination. "Allow me to continue my sacred duties as the Saintess. The thought of possessing the power to save lives, yet choosing not to wield it, would torment me far more than any nightmare ever could."

Her father's gaze softened, a subtle smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he observed his resolute daughter. "Aurianna, are you absolutely certain? I do not wish to impose my will upon you..."

Aurianna met his gaze, her resolve unyielding. "Yes, father. I am resolute in my decision. I must carry forth as the Saintess, for the sake of those who depend on me."

With a weary sigh, the king relented, his voice tinged with a hint of resignation. "Alright, Aurianna. I'll grant you your request. Just promise me one thing—keep this dream to yourself. We wouldn't want anyone to question your sanity, now would we?"

Aurianna nodded, understanding the importance of maintaining a composed facade. "I won't breathe a word, father. This will be our little secret."

Bowing respectfully, she turned to leave the room, her mind already swirling with thoughts and plans. Yet, as she stepped away, a peculiar sensation twisted in her gut, a subtle unease that crept upon her without warning. It was an inexplicable feeling, elusive and unsettling. However, amidst the whirlwind of emotions, she failed to notice the malevolent grin that slowly etched across King Girsal's face, concealed from her unsuspecting gaze.

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In the aftermath of their meeting, Aurianna chose to keep the disturbing incident with Ralph to herself. She believed that the knowledge of her dream-turned-nightmare would never escape the confines of her own mind. However, the impact of that experience remained indelibly etched within her consciousness, haunting her every thought. The weight of her traumatic encounter with Ralph, buried deep within her consciousness, continued to cast a shadow over her existence. Despite her best efforts to carry on with her duties as the Saintess, the lingering thoughts of that fateful night consumed her every waking moment.

Unable to escape the torment, Aurianna withdrew from the world outside. The once vibrant and lively princess became a mere specter confined within the walls of her chamber. The outside realm held little appeal, for it seemed to taunt her with reminders of the past. Faces in the crowd that bore even the faintest resemblance to her brother were enough to send her spiraling into despair.

In her solitude, Aurianna's appetite dwindled, and the once cherished activities that brought her joy lost their luster. The chessboard lay untouched, the company of playful animals held no allure, and even the company of her sisters and maids failed to alleviate her inner torment. Her eyes, once filled with vitality, now held a hollow emptiness, mirroring the void that had taken hold of her soul.

Every morning became a battle to rise from her bed, the weight of her sorrow anchoring her to the mattress. The only semblance of purpose that remained was the constant threat of demons plaguing the High Land. It was in those moments, when lives hung in the balance, that Aurianna found the faintest flicker of motivation to carry on. For if she wasn't needed to mend the wounded and save those on the brink of despair, she saw little reason to venture beyond the confines of her chamber.

Gone were the carefree days of skipping through the city streets and engaging in heartfelt conversations with the commoners. Now, her sanctuary was her room, where she retreated to the solace of her bed. Her presence became elusive, her voice scarcely heard beyond the chamber walls.

Aurianna found herself unable to shake off the persistent numbness that enveloped her, despite her best efforts. Witnessing her deteriorating state, King Girsal recognized the urgency of the situation and took the proactive step of summoning a royal psychiatrist to assess her condition. After a thorough evaluation, Aurianna was diagnosed with depression, shedding light on the depth of her emotional struggle.

Within the confines of her dimly lit room, Aurianna sought solace beneath the comforting embrace of a soft gray blanket, as if seeking refuge from the world outside. The stillness hung heavy in the air, broken only by the presence of another person seated beside her, offering a gentle touch upon her back.

Wein, Aurianna's third sister, exuded a captivating beauty with her lustrous black dreadlocks cascading down her brown-skinned visage. With genuine concern etched upon her face, Wein continued to pat Aurianna tenderly, her voice filled with empathy. "Father is deeply saddened by witnessing your suffering, Aurianna. It pains him to see you in such distress. And it hurts all of us."

Aurianna turned away, her gaze fixed on the other side of her bed, deliberately avoiding eye contact with Wein. "Please, third sister," she murmured, her voice tinged with weariness, "I ask for some solitude. I'm not ready to confront the outside world just yet."

Wein respected her sister's plea, understanding the weight of Aurianna's anguish. She withdrew her hand, giving her the space she desired, but her unwavering support remained palpable in the silence of the room.

Wein's emerald green eyes shimmered with tears as she observed her sister's fragile state, her heart heavy with concern. The sight of Aurianna, a mere shadow of her former vibrant self, weighed heavily on her soul.

Gently, Wein leaned closer, her voice filled with both compassion and determination. "Aurianna, we can't let you carry this burden alone. The people of Sandeph rely on your radiant spirit, and so do we. We need you to reclaim that cheerful essence that has always been your hallmark."

Aurianna's response came as a weary mutter, her voice tinged with a mix of exhaustion and frustration. "I'm trying, sister. I truly am. But these haunting thoughts cling to me relentlessly. I don't know how to let go."

Aurianna hesitated, unable to share the burden of her dream with Wein. Deep down, she longed to confide in someone, but her promise to her father held her back. Moreover, there was an underlying fear within her. She dreaded the possibility that opening up to Wein might reveal that her encounter with Ralph had been more than just a dream. That thought terrified her even more than the uncertainty itself.

"Hah, sorry, but I have to do this," Wein exclaimed playfully, placing her hand swiftly on Aurianna's head.

"Sister, what are yo--" Aurianna's words trailed off as a radiant yellow glow enveloped her entire body. For a brief moment, her eyes widened in surprise before gradually closing. The room filled with the rhythmic sound of Aurianna's peaceful snores.

Wein let out a heavy sigh, feeling the weight of responsibility on her shoulders. "I'm sorry, but I couldn't bear to see her suffer like that any longer."

A voice from behind interrupted their conversation, causing Wein to turn around. It was King Girsal, his gaze fixed on her with a penetrating intensity.

Curiosity filled his eyes as he asked, "Have you erased her memories?"

Wein shook her head, her expression tinged with disappointment. "I wish I could, but the truth is, I can only provide temporary relief. I can help her forget about that traumatic night for a short period of time. However, if something were to strongly trigger those suppressed emotions, the memories may resurface once again."

"That should suffice," King Girsal stated firmly, his tone commanding.

Wein, taken aback by her father's abrupt response, cautiously retreated from Aurianna's bedside. Concern filled her voice as she questioned his decision, "Father, are you certain this will truly help Aurianna? Erasing her memories like this... First Vatium's influence, and now this drastic measure..."

The king's patience wore thin as he sharply interrupted her, his voice laced with anger, "Do not utter that name in my presence! And do not question my authority!" His eyes bore into Wein, their intensity conveying his determination.

Turning away from her, the king spoke with a touch of resignation in his voice, "Wein, it is your duty as my daughter and as Aurianna's sister to act in her best interest. I am certain you do not wish to witness her continue to suffer like this, do you?"

"Of course I don't." Wein replied earnestly, her voice filled with a mix of relief and uncertainty.

"I don't either," With those words, the tension in the room began to ease. King Girsal turned and exited, striding purposefully down the palace hallway. Wein's gaze lingered on his departing figure for a moment, contemplating the weight of their decisions. Taking a deep breath, she shifted her attention back to her sleeping sister, her expression filled with a blend of concern and hope.

Sighing softly, Wein reluctantly left the room, closing the door behind her. As she walked away, her thoughts consumed her, questioning whether her actions were truly for the best. She sincerely hoped that erasing Aurianna's memories would bring her the relief and peace she so desperately needed. Only time would tell if she had made the right choice.

***

Finally, with the commotion settled, King Girsal summoned his son Ralph to the throne room. His gaze was icy, filled with disappointment and disgust as it fixed upon Ralph.

"Ralph, I've heard of your actions towards Aurianna," the King stated, his voice stern and unwavering.

"Father, if you'd let me explain-" Ralph attempted to interject, seeking to offer an explanation, but his father swiftly silenced him, unwilling to listen.

"I will not entertain any excuses, Ralph," the King declared, his anger palpable. The entire throne room quivered as King Girsal rose from his seat and advanced towards Ralph.

A vibrant green aura enveloped the King's body as Ralph stood there, trembling.

The King forcefully struck the ground, causing the floor to crack beneath them and Ralph to stagger. His voice boomed with authority, "I had hoped for better from you, Ralph. I always feared that you might do something reckless, but I never imagined you would stoop so low. You have deeply disappointed me. If you find it difficult to control your desires, be aware that there are countless women willing to indulge you. Seek your pleasure elsewhere, and if necessary, discard them as you wish. However, targeting your own sister is an intolerable mistake that I cannot overlook!"

In an attempt to express his perspective, Ralph interjected, "But Father, it was Aurianna who-"

Once again, the King swiftly interrupted him, asserting, "Her presence is still necessary. I cannot allow your frivolous actions to jeopardize our future. Now, I demand that you leave my presence and ensure that not another word is spoken on this matter." The intensity of his gaze bore into his son, seething with anger.

Acknowledging his father's command, Ralph nodded in compliance, rising from his seat and exiting the throne room. A fit of coughing overcame him, causing him to bring his hand to his mouth, stained with blood. Despite his efforts, his trembling persisted, haunted by the piercing gaze of his father's emerald eyes, as he retreated into the distance.