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Year 203, In the calender of Voniour Empire. A war was started by the Eastern Holy Land, in an attempt to unify the eastern part of the continent.
They professed that a great danger was about to happen, and they'd unite people under their flag to fight.
The Oracle never mentioned what kind of danger that was, but as The Holy Land had a lot of prestige, a lot of people believed it.
What the normal populace never knew, was the prophecy had a continuation. The disaster was to be brought by what the Oracle named "The beloved". It'd be due to greed, and that powerful heroes are destined to fight for the glory . It was thus dictated by the Holy Land that any one who manifested the proof of heroes to report to the Holy bishop in an attempt to minimize the damage, just not everybody agreed.
Greed started to fester in many hearts, and wars began to erupt as a daily occurrence. Everyone wanted the heroes for themselves, otherwise none shall take them at all. In the end, the Holy Land was losing the war. Many small countries vanished. However even in the midst of all this, a certain Empire never dipped their hands into the muddy waters. That was until some stupid *¥{¥[¶ went and waged war against them, the behemoth of the east, The Empire of Voniour.
How could that Pig not comprehend that everyone had a tacit understanding not to touch the Empire?!! .
Emperor Kaviner was raging due to some traitor, and nobody wanted to be his scapegoat. But that damned Pig.. umm.. Sorry.. that king, just had to go and provoke him. Then all hell was let loose. In a matter of a month, that Pi... I mean king's body was rotting in torture champers , and his country was leveled to the ground. However that started the reign of terror, as many other countries collaborated with said king, were soon no more.
Two yrs later the Voniour Empire had conquered fourth of the Eastern region.
I was brought in as a slave of war.
My name is, Ann von Weistein. A 27 yrs old, widow. I used to be a crown princess in the neighboring country of Sigil. Due to various reasons, once I stepped foot in the palace, I was handed a decree by the emperor.
He promised me my freedom of choice ten yrs later, on the basis that I teach a certain princess, and be her aide for a while. Apparently the only reason I'm left alive is because I was known throughout many countries for my elegance and knowledge.
I had no way to refuse, as that'd mean my death. I took the post, and was thus freed from my slave status. I was appointed as the head maid of the 7th prince, and was escorted to his residence.