117 065. New Fate -1 Part One

Tina was the thirtieth offspring of Aslan’s king, Rahamma. She was also a child not birthed out of love but for the purpose of ‘experimentation’.

-So, it’s a female.

Rahamma, who was sitting on the throne, frowned and looked down at Tina.

Almost twenty years after the child’s birth did he finally decide to lay his eyes on the girl.

Due to the Elves’ special trait, her growth was slow and her outer appearance remained as a young child. When Rahamma saw her figure, he slowly shook his head.

He seemed to be deeply disappointed.

-And so, what about her Necromancy?

He wasn’t even remotely interested in his daughter.

-To think that she’s worse than a regular Necromancer! Is she really one of my bloodline?!

-Y-your majesty, how could that be? Please take a look! She summoned ten undead!

Necromancer Damon, who had been charged with raising Tina, tried to shield her.

-A regular Necromancer can summon twelve skeletons. And yet… to think that a child of mine can only produce so little?!

-Your majesty, the blood of an Elf flows in Lady Tina’s veins. As such, her growth will be slow. H-however, if she’s given a little more time to mature, then…

-When will that be? How long do we have to wait? Ten years? Twenty? Don’t make me laugh. We need weapons to invade the Theocratic Empire right now.

Rahamma was the most ambitious out of all the kings in Aslan’s history.

He desired to acquire the verdant lands beyond the border, and thirsted for a chance to leave behind a historical accomplishment that would be acknowledged as the greatest of all time.

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To a man like this, his own children were nothing more than disposable tools to support the throne.

That was all she remembered about the king of Aslan, Rahamma.

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“Lady Tina… Lady Tina?”

Tina faintly opened her eyelids.

She was currently lying on top of a wooden bed located inside the dimly-lit and sealed-off room. Her eyes took in the sight of someone looking at her from above.

It was a middle-aged man probably in his early to mid fifties. Although bald, he still gave off a benevolent impression. The man in question was Damon, the person who had been looking after Tina ever since her birth.

“It’s time to wake up, my lady. You need to get prepared.”

“Got it. Thanks for waking me up.”