Zoriath Kingdom , Sun Era [ 2500 Years Death of Ray Throne ]
Northern Region , Versth Town , Lord Baron
Harold House ...
The cries of new born echoed in the Baron's manor , small and clear , carrying more strength than expected from such tiny lunged .
" Look ,Harold ...our daughter . " Lady Emilia whispered, her eyes wet with joy as she helded the swaddled child close .
Baron Harold , a man with the soldier's frame and a noble's gentle posture ,leaned over and placed hand over Emilia's shoulder. His stern expression softened as her gazed down at the infant. " She's perfect .... like a ray of morning light . "
" What should we named her ? " Emilia asked brushing her fingers over the child's tuft of soft hair .
Harold smiled faintly. " Reina .... Reina Throne .... "
The baby blinked , her wide eyes a deep emerald green. Inside the gaze flickered something far older than any newborn should possess - the soul of Ray Throne , the once great , Hero King .
The seasons turned and soon Reina was crawling , babbling and laughing within the hall of the manor .
So ...this is family . Ray thought from within his new body . Warmth . A mother's embrace . A father's steady hand . I was a king ...but I never had this .
Often , Lady Emilia would carry her into the garden . She would set Reina on a blanket
amidst blooming lilies while humming softly.
Harold would come out during breaks from his duties , lifting Reina high into air and spining her around her laughter ringing like bells .
" Papa ! Papa ! ," she would squeal ,her voice small but clear .
Harold chuckled . " Strong little thing , aren't
you ? You'll grow into a fine lady one day . "
Emilia poked his side and mock annoyance.
" Or perhaps a fine swordswoman , like her mother . "
Reina clapped her hand , as if she was supporting her mother words .
Ray old consciousness whispered :
" Sword ..... I will hold the blade to Master it again this time . "
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One quiet afternoon , as Reina toddled near the rose bushes , she closed her eyes .
Mana .... Where is it ?
As Ray Throne , he had commanded storms of magic , led armies blessed by divine marks . Yet in this body , in this kingdom's soil , he felt nothing. It was like reaching for air and finding only silence.
" No Mana .....? Impossible. "
Her tiny hands pressed together , instinctively reaching for power . And then - something stirred . Not mana . Not the world's energy . It was deeper , older ....like a spark placed in her soul by Goddes Myril herself .
This.... isn't Mana . It's divine reasonance . A fragment of her blessing.
She clenched her fists and a faint heat gathered around her fingertips . Tiny sparks
danced before fading. She quickly closed her hands tight , hers heart pounding .
" Fire ....Magic ?
...
As years passed .... Reina practiced this thing when ever no one was looking . In garden , she had burned some rose , and some servants got scolded from Lady Emilia.
As she continued to practice
Reina Turned One Year ...
When Reina turned one year old , Harold and Emilia decided to take her out to the nearby for a small family picnic.
The servants laid out cloths , baskets of bread , cheese , roasted meat and fresh berries . The air was warm , sunlight streaming through the leaves . Birds sang , and for a moment, the world felt peaceful.
" Look , Reina , " Emilia pointed toward a cluster of wildflowers ." Aren't they pretty ? "
Reina , siting on the blanket , giggled and reached out with her chubby arms .
Harold watched with a fond smile . " She's already curious a out everything. Just like her mother . "
Emilia blushed slightly. " Don't flatter me infront of our daughter . "
The two laughed . For Reina - Ray - it was a scene he never lived before . As a king , his youth had been filled with battles , drills and expectations . There had been not time for childish giggles , no warmth of parents sharing laughter .
For the first time ,he allowed himself to simply ... Be a child .
The serenity broke in an instant .
The bushes rustled and a low growl echoed .
From the shadows leapt a Demon Rabbit , its eyes glowing crimson , fang dripping with saliva . Unlike ordinary beasts , its body was twisted by dark corruption , larger than a wolf , its claws gleaming.
" Stay behind me ! " Harold barked , grabbing the sword at his side . And other servants took out their swords .
Emilia quickly snatched Reina into her arms , holding her tight. " Harold , careful. "
The demon rabbit lunged, faster than an arrow . Harold swung his balde , sparks flying as steel met claw . He was strong , trained but the beast's strength was unnatural.
Other servants tried to attack but demon rabbit kicks , made them collapsed on the ground .
" Ggh - damn it ! " Harold staggered back .
The demon rabbit roared and swiped again , forcing him to block desperately. Emilia placed Reina behind the picnic basket and drew the sword from one of the servant who had already fainted . Her stance sharp , eyes blazing .
" Reina , stay ! " she whispered . Then ,she lunged at the beast .
For several clashes , mother and father fought together , their blade gleaming in dappled light . But the rabbit was relentless,
its body shrugging off shallow wounds.
A powerful strike knocked Emilia to the ground , blood at her clothes . She groaned , trying to rise but collapsing again.
" Emilia !!" Harold cried , but he too was driven to his knees , sword barely holding back the beast's snapping jaws .
Reina's tiny body trembled as she watched .
No . Not again . I will not lose those I love .
Not to illness . Not to war . Not to beasts .
She reached inward , past flesh , past weskness . There is no mana ....but the divine spark responded .
" Mystic Art : Fire Flames - "
" Burn !!! "
Her small hands glowed , crimson fire blooming betweens her palms . The divine flame of Myril , pure and untainted.
The rabbit turned , sensing the heat . It lunged toward the child .
Reina thrust out her hand .
FWOOSSSH ---
Flames erupted ,shallowed the beast whole .
It screeched , thrashing as a holy fire devoured its corrupted flesh . In seconds ,
the demon rabbit crumbled into ash , leaving
only the faint smell of smoke .
Reina panted , her body shaking , the last sparks fading from her fingers . She quickly curled her hands into her lap , pretending to clutch at the blanket .
Harold turned , gasping . The rabbit was gone . Only ash remained .
" What .... ? " He muttered.
Emilia groaned , slowly sitting up . " Harold ..
The beast ? "
" It vanished ,"Harold said , scanning the trees with suscipion . " Perhaps , another hunter ....or divine intervention. "
Neither of them looked toward their daughter, who sat innocently tilted her head like nothing happened .
Harold rushed to Emilia's side , helping her sit against the tree . " You're hurt . We're going back at once . "
" I'm fine , " Emilia whispered , through her face was plae . She reached toward Reina , who crawled onto her lap with a soft whimpers .
" There , there , my sweet girl ..... Mama's here. "
Reina buried her face in her mother's chest
hiding her face and use mystic art on her wound smile .
Mystic Art - Quick Heal ....[ Quick Heal - doesn't recover your wound but boost your healing power . ]
So this is the warmth , I fought for all my life .
A family worth protecting.
As Harold carried Emilia back , Reina peeked once at her tiny fingers . A faint ember still glowed before vanishing.
The power ..... it is not mana , it's blessing of Goddess Myril .
She clenched her fist , determination flaring
in her young heart .
This time , I won't be the kingdom's hero .
This time , I'll choose my own path . But first... I'll become the strongest of all .
And so the girl named - Reina Throne - reborn from the ashes of a king - smiled softly as her family walked beneath the setting sun .