[ 9 years ago ]
Since she was little, Alicia was born into a beloved family.
A wonderful father, a loving mother, and a good brother.
But as a noble, she still had expectations placed on her—and she didn't disappoint. Within the Crestvale family, she was hailed as a genius because of how fast she could learn and grow.
One day in the family's private training grounds, a ten‑year‑old Alicia was sparring with her father, Reynard von Crestvale.
Reynard always trained her personally.
Alicia dashed forward again and again, trying to land even a single clean strike. Reynard easily parried her blade with just his bare hands, his movements relaxed and fluid.
Then he flicked her forehead lightly.
Alicia's body flew back several meters, tumbling across the ground. She hadn't even seen him move.
She pushed herself up immediately, eyes sparkling. "How did you do that, Father?"
