come down.”

“The prophecy has always been a bit vague,” Belus replies with a gentle smile.

“Since the Oracle came down, she is now a ‘Child of God’.
That means…”

The King listened to his words with a grim face.

“Even though the royal family doesn’t want to acknowledge her, you can’t get rid of her.”

“What?!” the two women simultaneously shouted in surprise.

“Is that true? Can we really trust him? Or, was there a mistake…”

Stella was restless but stayed silent.

“What does the light mean? It may not necessarily be referring to the throne.”

Even though Aquala coldly pointed that out, they still couldn’t avoid feeling agitated.

***

Thanks to the great Oracle’s prophecy of ‘the one who will bring light to Santra,’ I have been protected by the royal family for a while, but I was still living a lie.

The royal housekeeping is managed by Princess Aquala, who gave me the minimum amount of supplies that was only enough to keep me alive.

The maid who was assigned to me quit after half a year of work, and the other maids avoided me because they are wary of Aquala.
I had to do chores like washing and cleaning all by myself, and could only look at delicious food, but never eat it.

It was nothing compared to the time in one of my lives in which I lived in the forest, but the only hard part for that was the painful contempt and coldness.

It is really lonely, sad, and miserable to live in such a large palace and be treated as ‘nonexistent’ amongst so many people.

‘The Oracle must have been lying.’

Far from bringing light to Santra, my life has never seen light.
I was starting to question whether God really existed.
If it did, then God must have been a demon.

“Princess, we have arrived at the Capital.
You must be tired after being in the carriage for so long.”

The image of the Capital unfolded outside the window that Phaeon was looking through.
For a moment, I was impressed by the view that I hadn’t seen in so long.

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I hadn’t been outside the palace much, but I liked the view of the Capital.
Red-roofed and colorful buildings stand in neat lines and beyond, one could see a grand palace with a golden roof.

“Angel, this was your request,” I said as I looked out the window.

“…Why do you keep calling me that….Huh, wait.
What are you saying?”

“A prayer to God Lux of the Temple to show him gratitude for sending an angel to Assha.”

“That’s…”

I was hesitant to speak, it would be difficult to continue my prayer because he is ‘the true apostle of God Lux’.

“Okay.
I’ll take you to the Temple instead,” he said worriedly.

“That’s great!”

Okay, it’s all going as planned, you can’t go straight to the Palace like this.

After a while, the carriage rattled to a stop.
Phaeon lifted me up to exit the carriage.
When I opened the door from the warmth of the carriage, the cold winter air from outside came in.

“Brr…”

As I trembled, he stopped trying to place me on the ground.

“You need to get down…Assha, you’re heavy.”

The eyes of several knights who are standing outside the wagon turn to him.

They gave him a critical glance that seemed to say, ‘No matter how much she weighs, how can the Captain call that child heavy?’

As if he can feel their disapproving stares, Phaeon hugged and wrapped me in his robe.

“I should have brought something like a cloak, but I was in a hurry and didn’t even bring an attendant.
I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay, the angel’s body is warm.”

“An…gel?”

The black-haired knight looked at me in fear.

“I’m not wrong now, am I?”

“Angel…”

“The Captain is an angel…”

One knight’s mouth opened in shock and another knight’s hand covered his mouth as he laughed.

What is the Captain’s reputation amongst the Templars of the Alternative Castle…

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When he stared at the knights, all of them quickly turned their heads to look away from him.

“On second thought, I’ve decided to stop by first to deliver a message to His Majesty.”

One of the knights ran ahead to the Royal Palace and, after walking for a while, we arrived at a new, white building that looked very sacred.
Phaeon passed through the main gate and headed straight to the ‘Casket of Prayer’.

As we got there, everyone, regardless of age or sex, came out and hid behind a standing pillar, glancing at us.
The shoutings ended.

I waved my hand to be put down at the entrance of the magnificent prayer coffin.

“…Can I be excused?”

When I nodded a little, he stepped outside.

“I will be waiting at the door.”

I walked alone to the center of the prayer coffin.

The ceiling was filled with colorful frescoes and numerous statues surrounded the dome-shaped coffin.

Under the white, stone path leading to the central altar was a fountain spewing emerald-colored holy water into a huge river.

Surrounded by a bluish fog and the refreshing sound of water, a mysterious atmosphere was created.

I arrived at the front of the altar and slump to my knees.
I then put my hands together and began to pray.

‘God, I finally found out who my real father is.
He’s the one you cherish and love so much.’

I closed my eyes and said in my head, ‘So am I being punished instead?! Because he betrayed you?’

I poured out all the anger I have accumulated.

‘I…I have been burned, frozen to death, beaten to death, and bitten by beasts.
I think I’ve been punished enough now.’

At a very early age, I repeatedly went through painful deaths and lost the curse of life.
In some lives, I committed suicide.
But to no avail.
Does God intend not to end this punishment until I go through Hell on my own?

‘I think this is the last time.’

I clasped my hands together as hard as I can and approached the edge of the marble path.

‘Please, this time.’

I closed my eyes tightly.

‘Please let me survive.’

Plop!

Then, I fell into the emerald river.

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