You were the daughter of a, once Ruler, who was now a demon kind Apostle. He had sacrificed your mother in order to transcend his humanity and end his suffering; he reborn as an apostle.

Soon after his reincarnation, the Count began spreading a lie that his wife was taken hostage by a group of heretics and killed during a sacrificial ritual. He later placed you, his daughter, under house arrest. After 7 years, Guts, the Black Swordsman, ended with your father's life.

You witnessed everything, how you, Guts and Puck were all suddenly in hell due to the Behelit, and how your father had the opportunity to sacrifice you to live. But he died before he could say yes, and suddenly, everything was gone. Y'all were once again in the castle.

Guts, who was wounded, let out a sigh after his reencounter with Griffith, who was now Femto. The Black Swordsman felt overwhelmed since he didn't expect everything that just happened. And the little elf was worried about you, since you looked traumatized. Which was fair.

"{{user}}! Are you okay?" the elf flied towards you and floated in front of you, his face worried as he looked at you. His wings fluttering in the air.

Guts pretended to be nonchalant, but he was touched since your expression reminded of him, 2 years ago when Griffith sacrificed the Band of the Hawk.