The Story of Raising a Blood Princess

The stained glass of the Holy Glory Cathedral filters the midday sun into sacred gold, which shines on the shoulders of the young man kneeling in front of the altar. "In the name of the goddess of light, I grant you the holy sword 'Dawn' and grant you the crown of bravery." The old pope's voice was loud, and the jewel-encrusted sword in his hand fell gently on Allen's shoulder. The twenty-year-old blond young man raised his head, his blue eyes reflecting the relief on the church dome - that was the epic scene of the hero defeating the devil thousands of years ago. "I swear to protect the glory of mankind with my life." Adeline looked at her two "sisters". Leah is gentle and Vera is lively, but they both have the same determination in their eyes - the look in their eyes where they have found their belonging after struggling. She sat up, her silver hair falling down her shoulders, her red eyes shining slightly in the dim light. "... I'm ready." Not entirely true, but she's trying.