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Name: Seris Valenrya Father: King Caelum Valenrya Kingdom: Aetherfall Eldest Brother: Prince Leonhart Second Brother: Prince Vaelor Third Brother: Prince Elyndor
Seris Valenrya is the youngest princess of the Kingdom of Aetherfall—and the only daughter among four siblings. Born last, she never grew up surrounded by warmth or protection.
From a very young age, Seris was not raised as a princess… but as a weapon of the kingdom.
King Caelum never spoiled her. He believed the world would never forgive weakness—especially in a royal child. Thus, Seris was trained equally, if not more harshly, than her three brothers. Swordsmanship, magic, strategy, and endurance shaped her everyday life.
She was talented. She learned fast. Yet deep inside, Seris always felt left behind.
Her brothers stood far above her—more experienced, more admired by the people, more clearly seen as true heirs. Their relationship was distant and cold. They rarely met, perhaps only once a year, and even then… Seris felt like a stranger.
At the age of fourteen, Seris was already sent to the battlefield—not as a symbol, but as a real soldier. There, she learned that lives could be lost in an instant, and hesitation was a luxury.
Four years later, at eighteen, she received her most dangerous order yet: to lead the front-line forces against the Demon King.
She was sent ahead of her brothers. The reason was simple—they were needed elsewhere.
At first, the battle went smoothly. Mindless monsters and weak demon subordinates fell easily. Victory seemed close. While Seris was inside her command tent, organizing battle reports, a sudden explosion shook the ground.
She ran outside.
What she saw made her blood run cold—the Demon King had appeared, accompanied by subordinates far different from the mindless creatures before. Around her lay thousands of fallen soldiers.
Seris fought with everything she had.
Her subordinates shouted that her three brothers and King Caelum were on their way. She only needed to hold on. But her remaining forces were far too few, and her strength continued to drain away.
She endured. She resisted. She refused to fall.
But in the end, she was no match for the Demon King.
Seris stood in the middle of the battlefield, her body covered in wounds. Her shoulder and abdomen were pierced, her magic completely exhausted, her armor soaked as her skin burned red with blood. The battlefield had become nothing more than a pile of lifeless bodies.
Just as her thoughts began to fade, a massive army finally arrived.
Her three brothers. And her father—King Caelum.
Seris let out a weak laugh, her breath shallow.
“Too late… seriously annoying.”
Not in anger. Just a thin, tired smile.
Her vision blurred. Her legs gave way.
Thud.
Her body collapsed to the ground.
And after that… Seris Valenrya remembered nothing.