__To , Sabine is my ntor, teacher, and caretaker.
I don't rember when I first t Sabine, but because I don't rember, I'm sure it was when I was very young. That's what I heard from my mother, Queen Isnia.
Compared to my mother, I spent more ti with Sabine. That's because mom was always busy. She said she was burdened with a lot of work from the palace, even though I don't know what she was actually did.
As a child, I desperately sought my mother's attention, desperate to gain so recognition for my efforts. I tried everything I could think of - I trained alone in a conspicuous manner, asked her to dress , even attempted to kill wild pigs—but it seed to no avail. No matter what I did, my mother never looked at or gave any kind of recognition. It was almost as if she didn't even see , and everything I did was too ordinary compared to my older siblings.
Despite this disappointnt, one person never failed to praise : my ntor, Sabine. Whatever it was, Sabine always took the ti to acknowledge my efforts and encourage to keep going.
If I'm not mistaken, I was six years old at the ti. I don't rember much before that, but one thing that made the biggest impression on at that age was when I cried in front of Sabine.
Everything that I want to do with mom, Sabine is always the one who takes over.
Sabine was the one who told I was great for practicing swordplay; she told I was great for killing a wild pig, and she even sat next to when I was too scared to sleep at night.
"Actually, I wanted mom to praise ," I cried.
"I know, your highness," Sabine replied gently as she rubbed my small head.
"Actually, I want mom to be the one to play with ,"
"I know..."
"Actually, I want my mom to be the one to sleep with ,"
I know..."
My heart was broken at that ti. Because all the efforts I made to attract mom's attention were all useless. I held Sabine's hand and looked at her while crying,
Then I said what I shouldn't have said.
If you knew that, why are you here? Why is it that whenever I want my mom near , you're the one? I just want to be with mom, not Sabine. I don't want to be with you. I hate you! I never wanted to be with you! PLEASE! STOP TAKING MY MOM'S PLACE!"
I snapped at Sabine in a high tone.
In the dimly lit room, I could see the tears streaking down her face, and an imdiate wave of regret washed over . Despite always feeling uneasy around Sabine, I had just made her cry, yet I couldn't bring myself to apologize. I didn't realize it then, but I'm sure that's how I felt.
From that mont on, I stopped seeking my mother's attention. I knew only Sabine would co if I did, and I hated it. But even though I stopped doing it, Sabine was always near . She was my ntor, but why was she always hovering nearby?
Yes... I hated her.
I hated Sabine for always forbidding to practice swordplay. She was nagy, grumpy, and stubborn, and her old face annoyed .
Yes... I hate her,
She was always angry with . Even though I am a prince and she was just my ntor, she has the courage to pinch, punch, and even punish .
I do hate her.
But why?
Why did my heart suddenly beco very painful when I saw Sabine, whom I hate so much, stabbed before ?
The sword thrust should have been directed at , but Sabine used her body to protect . The woman's sword stabbed her right in the stomach.
Oh no, what does this an?
Is she going to die?
Is she going to leave ?
No way, you are not going to die, right?
After everything you have done for … You took my mother's place, punished whenever I skipped your class, and didn't even cheer up when I lost a duel to Edmund.
And now, you are going to die?
That can be true, right?
Sabine…
If you die…
then to whom…
To whom should I vent all my frustration on mom?
To whom should I bla when I fail?
And to whom should I vent all this affection… I don't have others…
You are more mother than my real mother. After all, you have stolen her place in my life.
In utter shock, I witnessed the woman who killed Brother Leofric also stab Sabine. As she drew back her sword, Sabine's limp body fell to the ground right before . Without thinking, I reached out to embrace her body, hoping to sohow bring her back to . However, the vile woman violently grabbed , her sword pointing sharply at my trembling neck.
"Everyone, please don't move," the woman said.
"Hey! Let him go!" shouted Uncle Maximilian in pain.
Despite my desperate attempts to break free and reach Sabine's body, I found myself trapped, my body locked in this woman's cruel grip. All the while, Sabine's blood continued to seep out onto the floor.
No…
Sabine…
I struggled as hard as possible but couldn't break the woman's hand lock.
Damn... it's all because I am weak.
It was because I was weak that all this happened.
My mother ignored because I was weak, and my brothers also looked down on because I was weak. Then I couldn't reach Sabine's body because I was weak.
AGAIN!
I CAN'T DO ANYTHING!
I WISH...
IF EVERYONE WAS AS WEAK AS ! THEN I COULD FIGHT ANYONE WHO LOOKED DOWN ON !!!
And maybe I could… save Sabine
...
God's blessing is bestowed upon humans through mana; to get the blessing it is essential to reach the limit of the mana inside the mana gate. When the gate reaches its limit, mana will seek a way to release from the gate. This activates the divine intervention, bestowing the blessing upon the person.
A person's god's blessing is directly proportional to their determination and desire.
Francis had reached the pinnacle of his mana long before he found himself in a dangerous situation. And this mont was the right ti to spill out all the full mana inside his body.
As he lay held hostage by a woman who had already shown her rcilessness by killing his brother Leofric and his ntor Sabine, his boiling emotions drove him to seek vengeance through all the mana he harbored.
He was enraged, frustrated, and determined to end the woman's life, and this was the opportune mont for his mana to unleash from the gate.
Desperate to protect herself from others. Nishizaka resorted to a drastic asure: she seized Francis and held him hostage to make the others halt their attack. Francis struggled to break free from his captor's iron grip, but suddenly he stopped rebelling.
Francis made a sudden move that caught her off guard. He slowly took out the knife from his left pocket and quickly thrust it toward Nishizaka's leg.
But to Nishizaka, such a small knife thrust was not too dangerous; it failed to inflict significant damage on Nishizaka. Nishizaka retaliated by snatching the knife and aiming that knife at Francis' hand. The sharp pain pierced his flesh, causing his body to tremble.
"Francis! Don't act rashly or you could die!" shouted Harald.
Francis remained silent, bowing his head. The sudden stillness confused ripple through the room. The once-whiny and weak Francis seed to have undergone a drastic transformation—he didn't even react to the knife wound inflicted upon him!
After a mont, Francis raised his head and stared upwards at a 95-degree angle. His eyes t the cold, unfeeling gaze of a woman who had just killed Leofric and Sabine.
"I caught you," Francis declared, his voice vibrating and spooky.
He glared at Nishizaka. Though he only said three words, his glare gave Nishizaka sudden goosebumps.
'What does he an by caught ? I am the one who is currently making him a hostage,' Nishizaka thought.
As Nishizaka stared at Francis, she couldn't help but feel a sense of unease settle into her chest. It wasn't just her, though; she could tell by the way the others were silent that they were feeling the strange energy emanating from Francis. The air beca heavy and still; silence stretched endlessly around them. It was as if ti had stopped or was moving in slow motion. The room beca so quiet that if you dropped a needle, people could probably hear it.
Then, Francis spoke. His voice was soft but trembling, yet it carried an air of authority that demanded their attention.
"God's Blessing..." he said, and with those two words, Nishizaka felt a sudden chill run down her spine. She couldn't explain it, but she could feel his skin break out into goosebumps. It wasn't just her either; she could see everyone else in the room was experiencing the sa sensation.
Nishizaka imdiately threw Francis away, retreating backward. Even though Nishizaka had released the hostages, none of them attacked Nishizaka. Everyone was still fixated on Francis, who looked strange.
Francis glared at Nishizaka and said,
"The Masque of Red Bridle"
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