"Hm. Alright. However, my dear ancestor, just because I lost my parents and I am extremely strong doesn't make me a Blood Moon child," Riona said, trying to deny her fate.
She was in denial. Why wouldn't she be? Being the Blood Moon child meant more responsibility, more burden. Riona didn't want to be weighed down by the task of saving the world or something like that.
A girl just wanted a peaceful life with her younger brother, enough food every day, and a comfortable place to call home.
As the harbinger of significant change, the Blood Moon child would either be feared or exploited. With the power the child possessed, it was inevitable that they would attract many enemies.
Having the princess of this kingdom as my enemy is enough. I don't want more enemies. So annoying.
