Irene had been showered with love since her birth. As the daughter of an Empress and a father who was revered as a hero and god of the empire, she grew up basking in their adoration. She managed not to become too twisted until she turned fifteen.
At fifteen, Irene began to change, gradually emulating her parents. Her lineage unmistakably traced back to Ariella, a princess who had once led a knight's order. As a result, Irene developed a fondness for the sword. Similarly, as the daughter of Ian, the Lord of Mana, she naturally resonated with mana. These traits began to prominently display themselves when she turned fifteen.
"Why do I have to stay here all the time?" Irene questioned the air around her. The surrounding mana resonated in response to her words.
[The world outside the blanket is dangerous!]
[Right, right! Ian said so. The world outside the blanket is dangerous.]
"No, Dad sometimes says weird things. I'm not even talking about being inside a blanket right now!"
Irene retorted, shaking her head vigorously. The mana burst into giggles.
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