Prologue: Remme the Heroine

Remme, a demon girl from Sanai Village, which is a village made up of demons. She was borned with one horn, which in the village, symbolizes bad luck and disaster.

Having to grow with only one horn, she was despised by the village, though some, were nice to her. As a child, she knew real well that something is wrong with people around her and the way they treat her.

Oftenly, she would cry alone and asks why was she still alive. Her parents, cared for their one and only daughter a lot. They would comfort her whenever she was sad. It was thanks to them that she lived a happy life.

However...

All that changed, when she was out to find ingredients in the forest. Being taught how to use magic since little, she have a way to protect her own self.

After hours of searching, she head back home during dusk. Expecting that her parents would be glad for everything that she find.

She suddenly had a struck of worries, when she sensed strong stench of blood. It was not normal, not like a stench from a cut something small.

Instead, it was as if there was sea of blood right in front of her eyes. She rushed through the forest, trying to return back home. A lot of thoughts haunt her mind.

Until finally, she arrived at the village.

Dozens of houses were burning, some was destroyed. Dozens of corpses was visible to her eyes, she tried to find her parents when she realized that there is something heading towards her.

A sharp thing passes her cheek. A cut was visible, like a needle-like shape on her face. She turns around and uses her ice magic to protect herself.

Her instincts only told her one thing: Survive.

She fought against dozens of cultists, a time where her one-horn completely became a reason for her failure. She was abducted by the cultists, and her eyes was filled with despair.

It was so horrifying, and she cannot even expect that she lived a long life.

Who would've thought that a man came rushing, excellently destroying the cultists forces and successfully saved her in time?

The man was young, around an age just like herself. Her appearance shows that he is a knight, with his white uniform.

But his way of fighting shows that he is an experienced fighter, despite his age. Without even breaking a sweat, he managed to save Remme from danger.

The only thing that she remembered was his face, and she was knocked out by that man. A comforting scent, and a light warmth wrapped her like a baby being wrapped with a blanket.

The next thing she knew, she was healed, wrapped with a blanket and left lying in front of a huge mansion. She looked around, as if trying to find who sent her there.

All fails in vain, and she continued sitting lifelessly. Her wait only lasts for few minutes, until a man greeted him with manners and formality.

"Young miss, are you okay?" A man in green robe asked. His face has a casual light beard, and it does not have moustache. The way his face wrinkled reveals that he is in his middle age.

Remme only answered with silence, no words comes out from her mouth. Only a dead gaze, and tears coming out of her eyes.

"If you don't want to talk about it, then it's fine... Are you perhaps a homeless? If so, would you mind working with me? Luckily, we had few empty spots for maids."

That day, she had a new beginning. A new life, a new appearance and a new self. She works for the household, Heldion's Household. A sage that is well-known throughout the country of Fullstein.

On a calm and quiet day, she was sent by Heldion for an errand. The errand takes place in a village, it did not take too much time since she is quite hard to be distracted.

But one thing is clear, she kept an unusual amount of hatred for the Sins Cult. She found out that there was a group on the outskirts of the village.

Seizing the chance, she took action and hunt down the cultists. Killing around half a dozen. Her mana and stamina was running out, when she was being chased by anothed two cultists.

She attempted to escape, when she finally realized a sharp stabbing pain like a strong push from the back reaches her shoulder from behind.

Passing out, a familiar scent and warmth wrapped her once again. The same warmth that appears when she was knocked out by the knight.

Before passing out, she managed to recognize the look.

Prologue: Remme's Perspective Ended