Narrator
"The moon tonight..."
"Is the same moon that watched over countless nights before."
"The stars still shine."
"The rivers still flow."
"And time continues moving forward..."
"Without waiting for anyone."
"But sometimes..."
"One quiet night..."
"Can hold the weight of an entire future."
The Holy Kingdom had fallen silent.
The lively streets that were filled with merchants, adventurers, and travelers during the day were now covered in peaceful darkness.
The golden lights of the city slowly disappeared one by one.
Only the gentle silver glow of the moon remained.
A cool breeze traveled through the ancient stone roads.
The leaves of the nearby trees moved softly.
The stars above watched silently over the sleeping kingdom.
Everything appeared peaceful.
Everything appeared normal.
But...
Tomorrow was not an ordinary day.
Tomorrow...
A little girl's destiny would finally be revealed.
Inside a small hotel near the center of the Holy Kingdom...
Two people found it impossible to sleep.
Their bodies were resting.
But their hearts...
Were still searching for answers.
Brald
Brald sat alone beside the window of his room.
The curtains moved slightly with the passing wind.
Moonlight entered through the opening and reflected upon his tired face.
His strong hands, hands that had protected Restart Village for countless years, were now quietly folded together.
Usually...
Brald was someone who always had an answer.
A leader.
A protector.
A father who carried everyone's worries on his shoulders.
But tonight...
Even he felt uncertain.
His eyes remained fixed upon the sleeping city outside.
"...Was that attack really just a coincidence?"
His voice was barely a whisper.
The more he thought about it...
The less possible it seemed.
The bandits had appeared at exactly the right moment.
They knew the road.
They knew their location.
They knew they were traveling with children.
Someone...
Had planned that ambush.
Someone...
Had been waiting for them.
Brald slowly lowered his eyes.
"...Or..."
"Am I simply thinking too much?"
For a moment...
He wanted to believe it was nothing more than bad luck.
But a warrior who survived countless battles learned one thing.
Instincts existed for a reason.
Then...
Another memory appeared in his mind.
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A girl with golden hair.
A calm expression.
And those mysterious emerald eyes.
The elf who had appeared from nowhere.
The person who had saved T's life.
She had used healing magic beyond ordinary understanding.
A power even experienced healers could only dream of possessing.
Yet...
She had asked for nothing.
No reward.
No gratitude.
Nothing.
Only...
One strange sentence.
Brald's expression became serious.
"I don't want your money..."
"I want the most precious thing you possess."
"But..."
"Not today."
Those words continued echoing inside his mind.
Brald looked down.
"...Who are you?"
"And..."
"What do you want from my son?"
The question remained unanswered.
Then...
Another memory surfaced.
One that disturbed him more than anything else.
V.
His son.
The child who always carried kindness in his heart.
The child who hated seeing others suffer.
The child who always tried to protect everyone.
But that night...
For a brief moment...
Brald saw something different.
Those crimson eyes.
That overwhelming pressure.
That uncontrollable anger.
For the first time...
He did not see only kindness.
He saw...
A storm.
A power even V himself did not fully understand.
Brald slowly reached beneath his clothes.
A small old talisman rested around his neck.
A protective charm that had been with him for many years.
He held it tightly.
"...Perhaps..."
"...This is no longer enough."
His eyes became sharper.
The calm father disappeared.
The experienced warrior returned.
"...I need to prepare."
Across the hallway...
Another room remained quiet.
A young boy sat beside the window.
V
The moonlight spread across the wooden floor.
Beside him rested Nethrakar.
His twin katanas.
The weapons remained completely still.
But V's thoughts were moving endlessly.
His eyes stared at the night sky.
Yet...
He wasn't truly looking at the stars.
His mind was somewhere else.
That night.
The knife.
T falling.
Her voice.
Her pain.
Everything returned again and again.
V slowly clenched his fist.
"...I'm still too weak."
The words escaped quietly.
If he had been stronger...
T would never have been hurt.
If he had learned more healing magic...
She would never have suffered.
If he had prepared better...
Maybe everything could have been different.
His grip tightened.
"I need to train harder."
"Much harder."
Not only swordsmanship.
Not only martial arts.
Not only attack magic.
He needed everything.
Healing.
Protection.
Support.
Anything that could allow him to save the people he loved.
Because one feeling frightened him more than losing a battle.
The feeling of standing there...
Unable to help.
V looked down at his hands.
Hands that held swords.
Hands that carried power.
But that night...
Those same hands had trembled.
"...Next time..."
His voice became firm.
"I'll protect everyone."
But even after making that promise...
One thought remained inside his heart.
T.
His little sister.
V lowered his eyes.
"...Is T really okay?"
She smiled.
She laughed.
She acted like nothing happened.
But he knew her.
Sometimes...
T smiled the most when she didn't want others to worry.
"What if..."
His voice became softer.
"What if tomorrow..."
"She doesn't receive the skill she hoped for?"
"What if..."
"She thinks she isn't special?"
"What if..."
"She loses that beautiful smile?"
The thought alone made his chest tighten.
Outside...
The same moon shone upon two rooms.
A father.
And a son.
Both carrying the same worry.
Both wanting the same thing.
To protect T.
Meanwhile...
In another room of the same hotel...
Brald continued staring at the same moon.
The city outside was quiet.
But his mind was not.
His daughter.
His son.
His family.
Everything he wanted to protect was resting inside this small building.
Yet...
A strange feeling remained in his heart.
"...If T's skill disappoints her..."
Brald whispered.
"...How will I comfort her?"
His eyes slowly closed.
He imagined T's excited expression.
The way her eyes sparkled whenever she discovered something new.
The way she smiled without caring about anything else.
That innocent smile...
Was something he wanted to protect forever.
"And when we return to Restart Village..."
"What will I tell everyone?"
The villagers were waiting.
Everyone wanted to know what kind of skill the chief's daughter would awaken.
But Brald knew something important.
A person's worth...
Was never decided by a skill.
Still...
The world did not always think the same way.
He slowly sighed.
"There are so many questions..."
"But..."
"No answers yet."
The night continued passing.
The moon slowly moved across the sky.
The stars quietly watched over the sleeping kingdom.
And then...
Almost at the same moment...
A father and a son looked toward the same moon.
V sat beside his window.
Brald stood beside his.
Neither knew the other was doing the same thing.
But both shared the same thought.
"...Whatever happens tomorrow..."
V whispered.
"...We'll face it together."
At the exact same moment...
Brald smiled faintly.
"...Whatever happens tomorrow..."
"...We'll face it together."
Those words were not spoken to each other.
But somehow...
Their hearts had already reached the same answer.
Slowly...
The worries inside them began to fade.
The restless thoughts became quieter.
They finally allowed themselves to rest.
The night became deeper.
The Holy Kingdom slept peacefully.
Tomorrow...
The Legendary Holy Book would reveal a new destiny.
Inside V's room...
Something had already changed.
V opened his eyes slightly.
A small presence had appeared beside him.
A tiny figure had quietly taken over half of his bed.
T.
She was sleeping peacefully.
Her small hands were holding onto the blanket.
Her expression was completely relaxed.
Without realizing it...
She had moved beside her brother during the night.
V looked at her.
For a moment...
He simply watched.
Then...
A gentle smile appeared on his face.
The same little sister who always created chaos.
The same little sister who laughed at the smallest things.
The same little sister who had almost been taken away from him.
His eyes slowly moved toward her stomach.
The place where the knife had struck.
The wound was gone.
The scar was gone.
But...
The memory remained.
V gently pulled the blanket higher.
Making sure she was warm.
His fingers softly touched her hair.
"...Sleep well..."
"My little sister."
For the first time that night...
His heart became calm.
Because no matter what tomorrow brought...
No matter what skill appeared inside the Legendary Holy Book...
T would always be T.
His precious little sister.
Outside the window...
The moon continued shining.
The wind continued moving.
The stars continued watching.
And somewhere deep inside the Holy Kingdom...
The ancient pages of destiny waited quietly.
Waiting for the moment...
When a little girl's hand would touch them.
Narrator
"Sometimes..."
"The greatest battles are not fought with swords."
"They are fought inside a person's heart."
"With fear."
"With doubt."
"With the responsibility of protecting someone precious."
"Because before destiny changes the world..."
"It first tests the hearts of those who stand before it."
"On this quiet night..."
"Before the arrival of destiny..."
"Two hearts prepared themselves..."
"For the first page of a new story."
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