She came into the world in an ordinary household—her father a gentle laborer with modest dreams, her mother a simple homemaker whose biggest concerns were cooking meals and keeping the house in order.
From birth, she was beautiful.
And as she grew, that beauty only deepened.
It was the kind of beauty that felt out of place in such a remote village—so distant from the capital that even the baron responsible for them never bothered to visit.
Her hair was long and silky, her smile soft enough to ease any worry, and her voice soothing enough to calm even the fiercest creature.
Everyone adored her.
There was always a sense of grace around her, an elegance that no countryside girl should naturally possess.
This presence of hers was so overwhelming that boys didn't dare court her, and girls didn't dare befriend her.
But there was one flaw in her otherwise perfect existence—she was blind.
No doctor could explain why. She had no physical impairment, no sign of a curse.
Yet her life hardly seemed affected by it.
People loved her.
No… they revered her.
Because of that, she never had to lift a finger.
Whatever she desired, the villagers would fulfill without hesitation.
If she snapped her fingers, they would gladly risk their lives for her.
To them, she was a goddess, and they her faithful devotees.
Thankfully, she was kind and never requested anything excessive.
Still, one thing gnawed at her—she was bored.
At just ten years old, she felt the world had nothing left to offer. Her entire reality was confined to the boundaries of her village.
She wanted to leave.
She longed to see—truly see—the world.
To taste new foods, meet new people, live adventures, maybe even fall in love with a charming prince.
She wanted real friends, not those who obeyed her out of devotion, but ones she could laugh with, confide in, and share her fears.
Her life was one of monotony, filled with yearning and dreams left unexplored.
Until, one day, everything shattered.
She awoke to screams and cries, to coarse laughter and cruel jeers. She heard the clash of steel and the thunder of horses.
She couldn't see the horrors before her—perhaps a small mercy—for the scene was nothing short of hell.
Death.
Pillage.
Humiliation.
Rage.
Pain.
Despair.
The ugliest face of humanity revealed itself.
The perpetrators were soldiers—deserters. Men who once swore to protect the innocent but had abandoned their oaths during the war, only to break them again now by terrorizing the weak.
She didn't know this then.
And it didn't matter.
All she understood was that her peaceful world was being destroyed… by beings filthier than demons.
The gentle girl of ten—who had never raised her voice or felt hatred—felt anger for the first time.
The laughter disgusted her.
The screams hurt her.
Everything confused and horrified her.
So she shouted, "Silence!"
And silence fell.
The bandits looked around, bewildered.
They tried to speak—but couldn't.
Despite their confusion and their depravity, they were once soldiers. Old training resurfaced, leading their leader to issue a command with a hand signal.
"Kill her."
The girl who had never wished harm on anyone was, in that moment, as if guided by fate, driven to give her own command—one she instantly regretted.
"All of you… die."
She whispered it softly.
But it was already too late.
With blank faces…
With twisted, ecstatic smiles…
With horrifying joy…
The deserters—brothers in both service and crime—began killing themselves, methodically, without hesitation.
Not a single voice sounded.
In a world forced into silence, only the sound of blades tearing through flesh echoed.
And for the first time in her life—
The girl who had known only darkness—
Opened her eyes.
The first thing she saw was a clear, endless blue sky and the radiant golden sun.
The second thing she saw was far more terrifying—
The fanatical expressions frozen on the faces of both the dead soldiers and the villagers.
Her command had been absolute.
She demanded silence—and every mouth closed.
She demanded death—and every life ended.
In that moment, her long black hair turned a shimmering gold, and her once-hidden eyes revealed a brilliant blue.
As tears welled up and her mind began to crumble, a voice whispered into her ear:
[My beloved child, will you serve me?]
That day, the innocent girl who only wished for adventure died—crushed under the weight of a massacre she never intended to commit.
In her place emerged the girl who would one day be known as the greatest Saint.
A few weeks later, the Church of Castitas officially declared the rise of a new Holy Daughter.
News of a blessed one spread across all territories.
Commoners bowed in prayer…
While nobles fumed in frustration.