Prologue

David Westerson. The name of a dying old man.

Almost everyone in town knew of the tragedy befalling this poor man. When he was born, his entire village was plundered by demons, his parents were killed and he had to be raised by the town next door.

He had no skill in combat. His body couldn't handle martial arts.

He had no skill in magic. His body couldn't handle mana.

All he could do was farm, get a wife, and hope their son could start something new.

Their son did start something new. His son got married, and conceived Penelope. Penelope was everything David wasn't. She could effortlessly learn martial arts and magic. The church dubbed her "The Dragoness of Reinier" their hero.

Reinier. As the most powerful human based society in the world, they held a lot of power. The church had deemed every other intelligent lifeform to be demons, and declared war.

Penelope, David's perfect daughter, will fight in that war. David was so happy. As a faithful believer himself, he felt blessed.

But the family didn't think the same. They isolated David. When it came time to move to the royal capital for Penelope's training, David was left behind, sick and barely still alive.

At age 70 his body was starting to fall apart. On his deathbed, nobody even showed up. All he got was a letter from Penelope.

He was excited to see what she had to say- his perfect little girl.. but it only took to words to crush his soul and kill him.

"Good Riddance.

~ Penelope Westerson"

It didn't take long for David to die after that. His heart shut down, and everything went black.

It was over.

May the goddess help his soul.