Chapter 19

༺ The First Letter (19) ༻

Helplessness is a miserable feeling.

Seria was aware of that fact from an early age. She knew it since she was around the age of six, when her mother was expelled from the Yurdina Household for being a commoner.

We are talking about the Yurdina family who values noble bloodlines. There was no way a little girl, only six years old, could do anything, even if she was a genius.

A weeping mother, a father standing with a cold expression on his face, and even her step-sister, who was watching all of this with an indifferent gaze.

All her nightmares always started from that point. It was a memory etched in her life like a curse. From that day on, Seria was determined to never feel helpless again.

Because she thought that only in this way she would be able to overcome the haunting memories of that day.

The eyes of her father, as cold as the frost of an iceberg, and the eyes of her step-sister, who looked down at her as if she was pathetic, were still as vivid as they were at that time, just like a painting.

Thinking about that time, Seria felt suffocated. Each time she had this nightmare, she would open her eyes, gasping for breath.

So she swung her sword like crazy. Still, she couldn’t beat her step-sister. Her life was made up of a series of defeats.

The ‘Sun of Yurdina,’ the older sister she had to win against by any means possible, and the genius who was always her object of comparison.

Now there was no chance. If her step-sister went out into the world, Seria would never be able to stand on the same line as her again. In the world, the difference between a bastard and a legitimate heir was akin to earth and heaven.

So, she was in a hurry. In order not to feel helpless, in order to not reenact the misery of that day, she trained to the point of collapsing.

But what was the result of all of that?

Seria gasped. She barely took any steps, but her ankles were sore and she couldn’t move properly. The slight heating sensation from the sprain had long since transformed into burning pain, making her feel as if she was hit by a fireball.

Seria was drenched in cold sweat. Nonetheless, she clenched her teeth and kept moving. Even using her sword as a staff.