This was an honorific given to me by others.
I didn't quite understand what this name meant to me. I only know that I was born beautiful, noble, and loved by everyone since I was a child.
Even my father would be infatuated with my appearance, forgetting to manage and protect his Rosen Kingdom.
It was during these days that I grew up day by day.
This year, I turned eighteen.
Father held an eighteen day long rite of passage for me in the Rosen Kingdom.
"Princess Caitlyn!!!! Princess Caitlyn!!! "
"My goddess!! Oh!!! My goddess!! "
"Please marry me!!! I will give you my life, my heart!! "
"Goddess Caitlyn, please use your holy feet to step on my cheeks!!!"
… …
On this day of rite of passage, foreign princes, kings, nobles, noble knights, commoners, old people, women, children, and even homeless children, all coveted my beauty.
I rode on the back of a tall, snow-white unicorn, looking at these lowly people, the corner of my mouth couldn't help but slightly raise.
Of course, there were also reckless people who rushed through the layers of guards, just to touch my body, and even kiss my feet. These people, without even touching me, were pierced by spears and swords into sieves.
"How pitiful." I sighed softly.
"Oh! My precious daughter! My holy goddess!! Are you happy today? "
I looked at my father, who was over fifty years old, staring at me with burning eyes, a trace of disgust flashed in my heart.
"Not happy. Bored to death. Go to hell!! "
Father seemed to be shocked by my words, but he looked as if he was flattered, trembling as he reached out to touch my cheeks.
As expected, no matter who it was, being scolded by me, or even beaten by me, would show a happy expression.
I felt the same lust he always exuded. But today, this lust seemed to be even more intense.
Turning my head to look at the powerful guards beside me, each of their eyes were filled with a gloomy and terrifying aura.
But at the same time, their eyes were filled with lust.
"That idiot Rosen was killed by an unknown person, even so, Father doesn't care."
Annoyed, I touched my spear — Holy Radiance.
I have a premonition that the Rosen Kingdom will usher in a bloody storm.
…
The Great Calore Forest was as lush and full of life as ever.
The stream in the forest was so clear that not a speck of dust could be seen.
Reynolds walked to the side of the stream and finally couldn't bear the burden and fell into the stream. Soon, blood soaked the flowing water.
He had slowly crawled from the Calore Tribe to this place, using up almost all of his life. He could feel his life slipping away.
It has already been five hours … I'm really going to die here this time.
Reynolds took out his phone from his pocket and smiled bitterly when he saw that the battery was less than 5%.
It hurt, it really hurt. His lungs were injured, and he gradually couldn't breathe. Fortunately, the strange space in his body emitted a strange light that flowed through his body as if it was sustaining his life.
Who was it? Who was it?
Reynolds's eyes were scarlet, filled with anger and hatred.
He hated himself for being weak. He hated himself for running away from the battle.
But in the next moment, he was defeated by his survival instinct.
I, Reynolds, must live!!
"I want to live … I want to live …"
Reynolds looked at the sky through the dense trees and muttered to himself.
Kacha!
Reynolds was startled. A sound came from behind him, but he didn't have the strength to get up and look, because he didn't have the strength to sit up.
"Here … there are still remnants of Father's party …"
Listening to the voice, it seemed to be a girl.
Reynolds turned his head with difficulty, wanting to see what kind of girl could make such a heavenly sound.
She is … Reynolds was stunned. She looks familiar …
Her long golden hair was stained with blood, and her delicate face was like carved jade. Her eyes were filled with confidence and disdain for everything. She held a spear in her hand, although injured, she still looked majestic.
It was as if she shouldn't exist in this world.
"Are you injured?"
Reynolds used all of his strength to ask.
This strange and beautiful girl pointed the bloody spear at Reynolds and coldly asked, "Tell me, are you from the Rosen Kingdom?"
Reynolds struggled to sit up and leaned against a tree, "I am from the Calore Tribe. My tribe was attacked, and you are … Hey, what happened to you?!"
The strange and beautiful girl finally couldn't bear the pain and fell from the unicorn's back.
… …
After an unknown amount of time.
When the light returned to my eyes again, it was already dark. The unicorn was lying next to me, docilely accompanying me. Seeing that I woke up, it happily rubbed its head against me.
There was a boy next to it.
I vigilantly looked at him and found that he was already asleep. I couldn't help but feel relieved.
Touching the wound on my back, I couldn't help but let out a fanatical and terrifying aura.
Were they finally going to revolt? In order to fight for me, to fight for my rights, to fight for my kingdom, they started a massacre.
Heh, a massacre. I had already expected this day to come.
I was so beautiful that everyone loved me deeply and wanted to possess me.
My father was no exception. Since I was young, he had shown me extraordinary care and affection.
In order to spend more time with me, even if it was just for a minute, he didn't care about this sick and dying country.
In such a sick country, even the king was sick. Everyone was sick.
I had already expected this day to come.
So, on my coming-of-age ceremony, I killed my father with a spear with my own hands.
The reason was that he wanted to touch me in front of this group of sick people.
All the sick people, all the attacks, all the possessiveness and malice, all came at me.
I didn't know how many people I had to kill to escape this sick country.
Since everything was sick, then I had to personally cure these problems.
How was he going to continue walking down this path?
I frowned and looked at the unfamiliar boy next to me. A strange ripple appeared in my heart, as if my soul had been gently touched.
This boy was seriously injured. He should have died long ago, but he was still alive.
What was going on?
In the end, I couldn't help but feel tired and slowly fell asleep.
The next day, Reynolds opened his eyes and tried to sit up. Hiss —
It seemed that time really passed quickly. This was a new legend.
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