Continent of Primaria, a land area of various races. The land is rich in life and mystical powers named Mana, an energy of vitality and nature that is abundant throughout the place. In some cases, people also call it magic. From these strengths, came the way of manipulation which was divided into several fields such as Witches, Martial Arts Experts, Pastors, ascetics, Knights, and many more. They use the power of magic or mana to support their daily activities. But, like a knife, it is also a dangerous component depending on its use. The mystical energy that is spread throughout the land as time goes by is used for warfare and the nature of destruction is more attached to it.
1400 Years of Pledge, Continent of Primaria. It was more than 14 centuries after the demon army was defeated and the Demon King was sealed by the Hero, but the word peace was still very far away. In the first century after the Pledge was made by all races on the continent, indeed peace really existed, prosperity was spread evenly, and all people did not suffer. But, that is only a false peace. A few centuries later, the promise of the ancestors faded and the war broke out again and never finished. Even until the collapse of dozens of kingdoms and the birth of hundreds of countries, the war did not end.
Not only that, in the period of the war which continued for several centuries and the monsters began to be active again in the last few hundred years, the war actually worsened and now only leaves five major countries that control the Primaria land. The five countries included the Vandal Empire, the Kingdom of Armenia, the Kingdom of Urue, the Kingdom of Dhaka, and the Republic of Sriana.
A country in the name of justice and sanctity, the Vandal Empire. The state of the monarchy with an imperial form is led by a single individual who is worshiped and is always considered to be true. It is a military country and trade in waterways located in the area east to northeast of the continent. It has four seasons, surrounded by mountains and fertile seas with natural wealth. This country is also called the Holy Empire because it indeed received protection from one of the Supreme Gods.
In the southeastern part of the continent, there is a country in the area between the mountains and the vast desert called the Kingdom of Urue. The northern part of the country is directly hindered by the Empire and conflicts often occur at the border. This country despite having a wide area of teachers, but in oil resources is very high and supports in various aspects, especially for military activities.
To the southwest of the continent, there is a country called the Republic of Sriana. A country that uses the system of public administration where the term of office of the government is applied within a few years before being replaced. Embolden the most tolerant country and tend to be passive and maintain its territory diplomatically. Located between the Kingdom of Armenia, the Kingdom of Urue, and the Kingdom of Dhaka.
The Kingdom of Armenia, a country located in the northern part of the continent. It uses a monarchy like the kingdom in general and is one of the oldest kingdoms after Dhaka and the Vandal Empire which were kingdoms that have existed since the first century of the Pledge.
On the western border of Armenia, or more precisely in the northwestern part of the Priamaria Continent, there is a country called the source of magic technology, the Kingdom of Dhaka. The country with the smallest area of all countries but the most advanced in terms of technology. The system of government uses monarchy like the kingdom at its age, but the king undergoes an unnatural and irregular turnover using a unique system that is only owned by the country.
Although of the many countries that have existed since the Pledge began now there are only five countries left, but that is not enough to awaken the inhabitants of the Priamaria continent if the war brings destruction. They indeed began to be aware of the justice and morals that must be upheld, but people raised their swords based on false truths, in the name of protecting their own country to colonize other countries.
The nobles fattened, the people grew thinner, the scenery was not unusual in a monarchy or republic. The sea of fire was burning in the city, small villages were looted by bandits, disasters were everywhere, they were not foreign in this world either. That is this world, a vast land called Continent Primaria, a country of Sword and Magic.
1401 Year Pledge, mid spring.
The Kingdom of Armenia, a large tyrannical country located in the northern part of the Primania continent. In this world with swords and magic, the Armenian kingdom was once a country that was prosperous and respected throughout the continent. However, now it only remains a mere history and notes in weathered paper.
A country that used to have nearly a third of the continent, has now experienced many setbacks in various fields. The dilapidated system of government, the morale of the people that began to break down, and the economy that plummeted, all of these were part of the various causes of the decline of the Armenian empire.
People who suffer from prolonged war and continuous defeat. The withdrawal of tribute money which was not accompanied by development made the kingdom's economy collapse, and the result of all that was poverty which mushroomed everywhere to strangle the necks of small people. All that became commonplace and gradually became the habit of the upper class to ignore the small people.
Slavery and prostitution were clearly exposed, but the local government and the Landlord did nothing and supported by reason of increasing the royal finances to fight. The Royal Lord's family seemed to turn a blind eye to the chaos, while the Nobles and the Landlords beneath it increasingly made chaos and enriched themselves in the name of the kingdom.
Various atrocities and injustices have become commonplace in this country. Those who are powerful and trample on weak rights. The law of the jungle applies and is based on something called rotten moral and law. The greedy nobles, and the people who were made suffer by them. Such a scene is common in the kingdom of Armenia in the past few years. However, now that will soon be over.
In a country that sells its own people for the wealth of greedy nobles, it is now at the end of destruction. Since fighting against the neighboring country, the Vandal Empire, whose peak has lasted for the past three years, the Armenian empire has continued to lose and now only a few areas remain because it was taken over.
The reason for the Vandal empire, a holy and oldest independent state that attacked the Armenian empire was none other than the initial attack initiated by the Armenian empire itself, which was carried out by the empire only to counterattack and destroy the arrogant and cruel country.
Now, under the starry night sky covered in smoke in the capital city of the Kingdom of Armenia, Erteri, a city dominated by classical buildings made of brick has been transformed into a sea of fire by the empire. Men, women, children or adults, all killed indiscriminately. The empire with firm military understanding truly did not forgive the Armenian kingdom.
The historic capital of more than 600 years old is now like hell coming from darkness to punish its inhabitants. Ash drifted into the air with the flames, blood spilled on the streets and evaporated in flames and charcoal.
In the middle of the city, which was burning by the sea of fire, stood up and upright the palace where the King of the Kingdom of Armenia lived and his family. Inside the palace were dozens of Imperial soldiers and several groups of mercenaries who had infiltrated the palace to kill royal nobles in the final stages of the invasion.
One by one the Armenian royal nobles were brutally murdered. Not only nobles, the servants and the people who worked in the palace were also not spared from the massacre.
"Kill all the Armenian royal rascals !!"
"Search !! Find them !! They must be inside this palace !!"
Shouted the Vandal Empire warriors fiercely. They all wore iron armor with headgear, and carried melee war weapons such as swords, axes and spears.
"That little girl must have not run too far. Kill all the descendants of this savage kingdom ... all for the sake of the justice of His Imperial Majesty!"
When the Imperial soldiers sought out the Princess of the Kingdom of Armenia who managed to escape, in the throne room stood a girl with blank eyes. His hair was silver and shiny when exposed to the moonlight that entered through the large window in the room.
He stood tall, held a large sword in his right hand and wore a white dress with a protective armor. The girl was an imperial military official, one of the Four Directions Commander who was leading the Armenian royal extermination force. The commander girl looked at the decorative glass with the sun and the moon on the throne, then pointed at it. As if there were mystical powers, the glass broke itself and the floating pieces fell twinkling in the full moon.
"I will not let you escape, Sinful Daughter, Fiola Resterus. In the name of His Majesty's majesty, I will ensure that you are punished accordingly. Oh, O my lord ... please wait for the final offering of this curse to you. this morality has your justice, Your Majesty the Emperor ... "
He turned and walked while dragging a large silver-plated sword on the floor. Under the night sky, between the flames that burned the city, the screams from inside the palace continued to sound like a melody of destruction that brought everything to the realm of death.
In one corner of the palace building which was built with classical medieval architecture, a teenage girl ran hastily while carrying a small lantern as a means of lighting. He seemed to have difficulty running in the long dress he was wearing, and his feet that were not wearing footwear were full of abrasions.
The girl is the Princess of the Kingdom of Armenia, Fiola Resterus. A princess descended from the royal family of Resterus, and was the second of three children. After the death of his older brother during the war, Fiola indirectly became the successor to the throne. But because of various special conditions, Mr. Fiola was not given the right to be the successor to the throne, and this right was given to his younger sister. But now all political disputes and power are meaningless, almost all of Resterus's descendants are gone.
Barefooted, Princess Fiola kept running while shedding tears. Still clearly remembered in his mind the moments that happened a few minutes ago, when all his family was brutally murdered by the imperial forces before his own eyes. His father was beheaded with a silver-plated sword shiny and his head surrounded the carpet, coloring the road to the throne to red. His mother was stabbed in the back and his body was cut into two parts, after which the top was cooked with a spear on the throne room wall. While his little brother who was about to run away with him, was hit by a giant hammer until his bones were crushed and his body was thrown out of the throne room window located on the third floor of the palace. All of this happened very quickly in Fiola's eyes, even now he could not accept the fact that his entire family was gone.
It might be better if he died right away, that was what Fiola felt as he ran down the palace aisle. However, the look on the face of the servant who sacrificed his life to protect him from the stabbing of the spear that flew towards him at that moment did not let Fiola surrender. Guilt and the necessity for life wrought him to keep running, struggling in the cruel destiny that enveloped him.
"Father ... Mother ... Adinda ... Sorry Sis, I ... can't save them all, I'm not as strong as Brother ... He ... that silver-haired girl is too horrible ...! Anyone ... please ...! "
Princess Fiola continued to run towards the rear exit, down the dark hallway of the palace without lighting except from the flames that devoured the city out there. His legs were not strong enough to run, severe blisters began to appear and make strange noises from the joints of his legs.
With all the hope left, Princess Fiola continued to run as hard as she could. Hoping to live and leave the palace as his family and court servants expected him. He did not know where to go after leaving, but at least now he had to leave the palace, that was the only reason he kept running.
While at the crossroads, Princess Fiola accidentally passed three soldiers who attacked the City of Erteri and slipped into the palace. They were not imperial soldiers, but mercenaries who were hired and participated in the final attack of the Kingdom of Armenia.
"A ...!?"
Princess Princess jerked in surprise and turned around to immediately run away. However, his footsteps were very slow compared to the three soldiers he met. Princess Fiola's hair was pulled and her body dropped to the floor by one of the soldiers. The lantern fell and went out. The mouth of the around 16-year-old girl was silently silenced by the soldier, and Fiola's hands were gripped by other soldiers who participated in suppressing the princess. With a helpless lying position, he struggled and tried to break away.
"Sir, what do we want this girl to do?" asked the person who silenced Fiola's mouth to the person who walked toward them.
"Hem, will we use him to satisfy at headquarters or ... we sell, sir?" said his colleague.
"Hwm ... !! Hwmm !!" Fiola struggled, but his strength was not strong enough to fight the man who caught him.
"You are very passionate, Nak Corner! Of course we will sell it! Besides, there are already many headquarters, right?" said the chairman of the two mercenaries who dropped and silenced Princess Fiola. Their leader was an old man with a short white beard, looking like a cunning person and without the slightest loyalty.
"Yes, sorry sir!" answer one of the soldiers.
The three men were not official soldiers from the Vandal Empire, but a group of mercenaries from a union hired for this attack, which was why they seemed to be dignified and inferior compared to other Imperial warriors.
"Huh ...? If I'm not mistaken, isn't she the daughter of the two Armenian kingdoms? Whose name is that? Fi ... Fia ... Fiola Resterus, right? Hem, ... why is this girl here instead? The justice enthusiast has massacred all members of the royal family? Hem, ... does he let you escape? Ah, who cares ... "said the old man with a bit of a condescending look.
He looked right and left with pride, holding his beard. After thinking and considering things that smelled of money and profits, the man decided on Fiola's fate.
"Hem ... I think, instead of being given to the justice-enthusiastic girl, it's better for me to sell to the slave market. For the size of a noble girl, maybe we will get a thousand or two thousand platinum pieces ..."
The bearded old man crouched in front of Princess Fiola who was lying on the floor. Slowly the old man's hand groped Princess Fiola's face and body. The girl can only surrender and drain tears. His face was licked, his chest touched and his thighs were held.
"Hah, still a child, huh. For a noble girl your chest is too small and your thighs are too hard ... but there are also many lecherous tastes like that too, haha! I think your price on the market might be up to one thousand five hundred coins platinium? Well, whatever! What's important is to get a bonus for this mission, that's pretty ..., "said the old man.
Syuu!
Suddenly the cold was felt by everyone at the intersection of the palace aisle. The wind blew oddly and the source came from someone standing behind the old man.
"Hee ... is that cheap the price of the sinful Princess?" A hoarse and horrible voice echoed in the hallway.
The old man looked back, but without being able to see the figure standing behind him, the old man's head was immediately beheaded by the figure in the silhouette.
Cret! Crate it!
Blood spurted out from the old man's headless body, and slightly wet Princess Fiola's face lying in front of him and the armor of two mercenaries.
"Kyaa !!" screamed Princess Fiola.
The two men holding Princess Fiola let go and jumped backwards. The two of them immediately pulled the sword from the scabbard and spread their alert. But before they fight back, a hammer the size of a large barrel comes from above and hits the body of one of the soldiers.
Bruak !!
The soldier's body crumbled instantly, becoming a lump of flesh that was crushed along with the tile floor. Seeing his colleague die, the other soldier looked very angry and attacked the figure in the darkness.
"Damn !! You are dead !!"
The soldier shot towards the figure behind the darkness. But, at a glance the light from the licking fire outside the palace entered through the window and illuminated the figure in the shadow, the soldier stopped, he did not believe what he saw.
"What happened to you?"
For a moment the soldier looked very surprised and stopped seeing the person, but remembering what the person had done to the chairman and his colleague, the soldier continued his attack.
"Damn you!!"
Before the sword's eye on the figure that reentered the dark side of the room, several magic circles on the floor and wall appeared, then pulled out dozens of chains with the tip of a pointed peg that shot and pierced the soldier. The chain that entered and redeemed through his flesh immediately wrapped around his body as if the chain was alive.
Sreing! Crekt!
The chain ties begin to tighten and squeeze the body. One by one the bones were broken, the flesh was torn apart, and both hands turned in the wrong direction.
"Damn you !!"
Cratks!
The soldiers' bones crumbled and his skull broke. When the chain re-enters the magic circle and disappears, the soldier falls to the floor in a lifeless condition.
Princess Fiola who was lying on the floor looked at the person who had killed the three mercenaries earlier. The figure that had been covered in a black silhouette slowly began to appear, he was a silver-haired girl with a noble-looking waist, dressed in a silver-plated armor that made the figure more charming but looked cruel with a dark, hollow look in his eyes. The girl is the commander of the Vandal empire, Alice Schneewittchen.
Slowly Alice looked at Princess Fiola with bright red eyes in the darkness. That gaze made Fiola tremble and crawl backwards. He still clearly remembered what the red-eyed girl had done while in the throne room. He was the one who killed all his family members right before his eyes.
Princess Fiola immediately stood up and was about to run away from that place. Of course the commander girl didn't let her go. He made a magic circle in the palm of his right hand and took a one-handed sword with dull, split ends. He moved quickly and blocked Princess Fiola. Without saying anything, the commander girl immediately strangled Princess Fiola and banged it against the wall using a sword with a split end.
"Don't think you can run away, Princess is full of sin," he said, staring at Princess Fiola with a blank stare. Fiola shuddered, his body trembled erratically and his breath felt heavy.
"Why ...? Why did you kill all of them? What's wrong with us?"
In the midst of despair and a sense of helplessness, his tears began to glow. Alice was surprised, even though her compassion still wasn't reflected in her eyes.
"Wrong? Are you kidding me? Because of the incompetence of the Armenian royal families, the nobles and landlords of this country started acting as they pleased, then without knowing ... they stuck their fangs into the empire. This is a punishment from the holy empire!"
The commander girl inserted the sword with the forked end into the magic circle and strangled Princess Fiola's neck with her right hand, then banged her body against the wall again until her head bled.
"But take it easy. I will not kill you now. You will be an exhibition at the city hall to be an example for those who oppose the empire. Yes ... I think this will be perfect for sinful people like yourself ..."
The girl commander smiled darkly and her facial expression looked very horrible. While crying, Princess Fiola begged.
"Anyone ... help me ..."