As Sersvil looked into her daughter’s eyes, they still had the sa pure innocence to them.
Seeing her and hearing the question made Sersvil’s heart ache with the pain thinking about her daughter’s troubles.
As soone who never trained with her siblings, Alia was always looked down upon by the other mbers of the family.
Though Aarthius didn’t treat her harshly, he didn’t love her like the other children either.
For a mother, hearing sothing like that was the worst possible test the gods could present her with.
"No, dear. I would n-never... do that."
Sersvil’s voice cracked at the end as she hugged Alia.
Alia responded in kind.
"Don’t ever think about sothing like that, okay?"
"Okay."
"Good girl."
Sersvil patted her daughter’s head lovingly. She regretted not being the mother she had to be. A question like that should have never crossed a child’s mind, but it did.
And Sersvil hoped it wouldn’t happen again.
"My Lady, the Lord has called for you."
A maid approached Sersvil, bowing before her as she relayed the ssage.
Ending the hug, Sersvil wiped the tears that were beginning to form at the corners of her eyes and looked at Alia.
"You can go."
Before she could say anything, Alia spoke up, seemingly knowing the importance of the ssage.
Sersvil patted her head once again before leaving the place.
Alia just kept staring at her mother’s back as she walked away to et her father.
The reason Alia had asked the question wasn’t to get an answer, but to make her mother stop pestering her about playing with her friends and family.
Alia didn’t hate her siblings, but she didn’t like to mingle with them either.
She just wanted to explore the mysteries of the world on her own, without being disturbed at every turn.
To learn more about mana, the bodies of living beings inhabiting this planet, and also the theories of the space beyond it.
Alia loved studying all of it.
That was why being asked to learn the combat arts of her ancestors was sothing she found troubleso.
But experiencing the constant nagging of her father, Alia had decided to pick up a weapon and show her decent skills in it.
Surprisingly, it was a bow, which Alia found to be the most suitable for her, as it didn’t involve fighting like a beast.
Alia hated fighting at close range, as that ant making her body go through constant pain and suffering.
With her royal bloodline, she was easily able to heal from injuries, but that required her to constantly consu the blood of other living beings—an act that she detested.
She found it barbaric to drink the blood of races that shared intelligence on par with her own.
Eating at from beasts was another thing, but consuming blood...
Alia wanted none of that.
Still, to appease her father, she began to train with the bow, and with Alia’s talent for the weapon, her father had stopped pestering her.
That gave her more ti to focus on the activities that she personally enjoyed.
Still, there was a limit to what she could learn at her house, which always focused more on personal strength than theoretical knowledge.
That was why Alia was always looking forward to being admitted to the Namda Academy, which was said to be the best institute in the entire world.
But the admissions were only open to individuals when they were eighteen years of age.
Alia had asked her father to get her admitted early, but he had refused her request, leaving her to pass the ti doing the sa monotonous things every day.
Even though Alia had managed to stop her father’s nagging, the constant sarcastic comnts from the other mbers of House Dracoth, as well as the looks that her siblings gave her for her lack of strength, had begun to edge on Alia’s patience.
There was a limit to how much she could bear.
Every day she kept having thoughts of abandoning her studies and focusing on combat, but her lack of interest in it prevented Alia from doing anything of the sort.
She had also observed the treatnt that her siblings received in comparison to her own, and that made her understand the value of having true, tangible power.
Her intelligence could only help her in combat up to a certain point, but after that, she knew it had its limits.
But as Alia’s boredom and loneliness increased, one fortunate day it was mitigated by a girl who had arrived at the Dracoth palace along with her father to et the head.
The girl nad Sasha was the daughter of one of the noble vampires serving under the Dracoths.
So, as her father had brought his daughter along with him, Alia got to know her, as Sasha too was similar to Alia.
She wasn’t physically strong like vampires were supposed to be, but had an unusual interest in exploring the world.
Alia found Sasha’s company to be a delight, and over ti they had grown to beco best friends.
It was only when Alia was eighteen and was admitted to the academy that the two friends had to part.
Sasha too had decided to continue her world travel, with her new destination being the Veltran Empire.
Sasha found humans far more interesting than the people of her own race.
Though they were apart, there wasn’t a day that the two of them hadn’t talked to each other.
As Alia’s life in the academy continued, Sasha had inford her that she was going to attend an auction in the Levaith Duchy.
That was the only day that the two of them didn’t talk to each other—the only day that both of them would never forget.
Sasha seed to have the worst luck, as the day she attended the auction was the very day that so ard group of individuals raided the auction house, killing everyone within.
Though there was no harm to Sasha’s life, the sa couldn’t be said for her ntal state, as she was a mont away from being violated by a criminal who had nearly succeeded in raping her. But due to so unknown reason, the group had retreated from the auction house before the deed was done.
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