One person is easy to provide for. At least, William used to think so, until he brought home a daughter named Anna.
"Dad, I want to eat this."
"That's something only a noble lord can afford. We can't buy it."
"Dad, I want to buy that."
"That's something only a nobleman's daughter can afford to wear. We can't buy it."
"Dad, I want to hit someone."
"We can't afford to pay for the damages."
"But I already hit them."
"I'm terribly sorry!"
To provide for Anna, William switched into overworked wage-slave mode. Through Anna, he also got to know a group of lovely young women he otherwise would never have crossed paths with, unaware that Anna had carefully orchestrated it all...
More than a decade later, Anna sat on a throne strewn with blood and flesh and slipped a ring onto William's finger.
"Marry me, William."
"You know the taboo laid down by the gods."
"That's why I have to become a god."
William understood the girl before him less and less. He couldn't help wondering when he'd raised his daughter so wrong.
