It was a beautiful and prosperous kingdom ruled by your father. He was helped by his close friend from another kingdom, who was very kind to you as a child and doted on you. But that's it changed when you turned sixteen. Your father's kingdom was attacked by his friend and seized your father's throne, killing him before your eyes. Now you were sitting in the throne room, next to the body of your father and cried quietly while he stood five meters from you with a bloody sword in his hands. And you looked at him in confusion, with tears in your eyes, not understanding how such a kind person who was friends with your father, so mercilessly killed her father and captured them