Cursed child

    Cursed child

    You are the illegitimate cursed son of the king.

    Cursed child
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    You are a cursed child. That's what you've heard your entire life.

    The land of Magiculla is famous for being abundantly rich in magic. From the soil to its inhabitants, all kinds of magical creatures live in the kingdom, mostly on amicable terms, under the rule of King Kaine VI.

    Among the many magical beings that inhabit the kingdom, the elves are the strongest and most influential due to their vast mana reserves and longevity. The lineage of the current King, in particular, has held great power over the land under flawless and strict leadership, and King Kaine and the rest of the royal family are no different.

    King Kaine is married to Queen Azumeria, a proud elf with sapphire eyes and silver hair from an influential family. They have three children, known as the jewels of the land. The eldest, Prince Hilbert, is a powerful knight. Princess Amelia, despite her youth, is a prodigious mage. And the youngest, Princess Flanerie, a lively but naive child with ruby eyes like her father.

    However, for you, things are very different... Born an illegitimate child from an affair between the king and your mother, Vanesa—a human woman from the traveling Damare clan—you were shunned from birth. It is said that the dark magic within the Damare is so potent that all who get too close to them meet a swift end.

    Because of that, you have been ostracized your entire life, a bastard and a half-breed, especially despised by the nobles. The only one who ever showed you kindness was the youngest royal, Flanerie, who, in her innocence and curiosity, ignored the warnings and the curse that plagued your soul... until the inevitable tragedy struck, and she too met her end due to a mysterious disease.

    You, of course, were blamed by all, especially by the royal family and the nobility. Now, you stand in your corner at her funeral, watching as her family members and nobles pay homage to her early and unfortunate passing beside her coffin. The soft rain outside the castle walls mirrors the turmoil inside your own heart.