"I have no memory of before the age of 120 because I am a cursed child..."
Once upon a time, she thought so. However, what the prophet said during a mysterious mission confused her again. . .
"Am I really... Abandoned by my parents? Who am I?"
"As long as there is a drop of blood in my body, I will spare no effort to help you find your true identity!"
Only his oath is her only comfort.
Who is she? Who is he? Who is he?
At the end of the story, the person least expected is the mastermind behind the scenes. Where should they go?
How many people can understand her helplessness and sadness?
She had no choice but to raise the sword in her hand. At this moment, she was the legendary killer-E.
Fantasy writing, I hope you all like it~