There was a legend handed down in Agrecia, the Holy Kingdom. The God who created everything and the devil who hated such a god and resented everything that God made. The devil created a Malum to curse all living things, and it destroyed everything as the devil wanted. Famous knights and soldiers from all countries were mobilized, but they were killed by Malum helplessly.

The age of darkness, the age when all living things die, but the end of the grim era appeared. It was Agrecia, the first Saintess of God. In mythical paintings, this Saintess, who is always described as having a small woman's body, succeeded in defeating and annihilating Malum with the power of God. But she disappeared, leaving behind one of the ominous prophecies. The ominous prophecy that evil will not give up, nor will God give up.

The Marquis of Ermengart was frowning. He has had a throbbing headache. Yes, it is safe to say that this myth is a beautiful founding myth. But the problem was that Saintess and Malum appeared exactly 120 years ago. Malum and the Saintess, their myths were gradually forgotten. Only the foolish people remembered them. They offer tribute today, hoping for the coming of the Saintess and the miracle of the Saintess. It's not a country, it's a tribute to a temple.

"Ha, haha."

The man sitting on the red podium on the stage burst into laughter. The Marquis of Ermengart frowned and exchanged eyes with Count Reicel. What should I do now? He was not comfortable with the fact that the Saintess had come out of his estate. The coming of the Saintess. That was to be welcomed, but no one was happy about it. Perhaps so was the Pope. But not as much as the people here.

The King's despondent laughter resonated in the audience room. The Pope have not yet arrived.

"Marquis, it doesn't mean much to have the Saintess appearing in my generation!"

He laughed.

"God has abandoned me."

"Your Majesty!"

The King laughed at the words of the marquis.

"With this, the papal faction who have been barely pressed will prevail. It appeared so loudly that it can't be hidden. The appearance of the Saintess with a holy mark engraved on her forehead. Haha."

He continued to burst into laughter. The papal faction, who have obtained the Saintess, would gain even more power. Although it would be unwelcoming to them that their authority would be weaker than that of the Saintess, it was also a matter of convincing the young Saintess. Seeing the previous King kneeling in front of the Pope, he wanted to repay the humiliation, but it was a time when everyone lamented whether God had truly abandoned the King. A ray of light flashed in the blue eyes of the Marquis Ermengart. Maybe there was a way.

"Your Majesty, there is a way."

*

Once upon a time, a long time ago, the faithful of the god were living peacefully in a world created by God, but the devil could not forgive those who believed in God. So, the devil created a monster that cursed God. The evil monster, called Malum, took the lives of people who believed in God one by one. Many people lost their lives. The boy with the beautiful blue eyes, the girl who looked good in red clothes, the King of a country, and the knights who protected the King all died sadly.

Many tried to defeat Malum. All living men, young men with slender legs, smart and wise old men, wanted the disappearance of Malum. But none of them could beat Malum.

God has pity on humans. And he sent an agent of the God to rescue humans. The agent wasn't strong, didn't have slender legs, and wasn't smart. What God sent was a common, ordinary little girl.

The girl, with silver hair as transparent as a stream flowing in a valley, and eyes filled with the sky, was imprinted with the mark of God on her forehead. No one thought that the girl, who was God's agent, would defeat Malum. Both the strong young man, the slender-legged boy, and the smart old man laughed at her.

But she won. In other words, the heart of God who loves humans has won. People rejoiced, and they named the country after the girl, where her beautiful fight won. Agrecia, a beautiful name.

But the girl said the Malum would not give up. As long as there is darkness among the people, Malum will not give up. However, if there is hope in a man's heart, God will not give up protecting them.

As the saying goes, Malum always appeared and tried to destroy the humans, but God sent a beautiful girl each time to save them.

She heard the voice of her mother was talking about. She could feel a gentle stroke. After the hard work at the butcher's shop, her mother told her several stories, and her favorite story was the founding myth of this country, Agrecia. It was a story about an angel-like God's incarnation and saving people, and she still came down once to look at humans. How noble and beautiful it must be. How beautiful the angel must be. She thought of the face of the Saintess called Agrecia. Silver hair that sparkles like a splash of water, eyes filled with the sky. Just imagining her beautiful face, the fishy smell of meat that always lingered in her house seemed to disappear.

Violet turned her body to see her mother's face stroking her head. But Rose's face, half-crushed head, caught her eye. The fishy smell that had been felt for a while was not the smell of meat, but the smell of blood. She lifted her body up and ran away.

"Save me, Violet."

Rose said. The beautiful red hair was wet with blood. She stepped back. Someone touched her chin.

"Violet."

At the voice she knew, even though she knew it shouldn't be, she looked back. Lina's long brown hair caught her eye. She was smiling with her mouth torn...

*

When she woke up, Violet realized that she was crying herself. Then she found herself in very soft clothes and on a fluffy bed. She looked around anxiously. Somehow, her head still hurts. Where is this place? She remembered being shocked by the dead body lying on her bedside. Ugh, Violet suddenly felt nauseated. That was beyond the acceptable limits of a just ten-year-old girl. It was a far greater shock than the shock of her father, who was beheaded by bandits, or of her mother, who was eventually ravaged and killed. Violet sobbed, not knowing where this place was. Then the door opened, and a maid came in and looked at her in surprise.

"Oh, are you awake?"

Violet couldn't even make eye contact with the maid. Wearing good clothes, she looked like a classy maid who Lydia always sang that she wanted to be. Women who worked as maids in an aristocratic family who happened to meet used to raise their chin, despised and spit abuse at them, as if they were becoming aristocrats. When she didn't make eye contact, the maid was at a loss for what to do.

"Hey, where are we?"

At Violet's words, the maid said relieved.

"This is the mansion of the Marquis of Ermengart."

"Y- Yes?"

Marquis, isn't that where the high aristocrats live? Ermengart? What kind of family is that? It was a name she thought she has heard before, but it wasn't a name she could remember. She trembled. Violet wondered where she had been caught and she trembled.

"Saintess, are you sick?"

Saintess? Her ears widened and she looked for a figure named Saintess. Where's the Saintess you're talking about? Saintess? She turned her head and looked for the figure of the Saintess, but couldn't find it.

"Saintess?"

At that question, she barely lifted her head and looked at the maid. The warm brown eyes looked innocent. It was a face that reminded her of her mother. She barely managed to gather courage at the tender touch of her trembling hand.

"Well, are you calling me?"

"Yes, Saintess."

She opened her eyes wide.

"I, I am not the Saintess. You got it wrong."

She knew something was wrong. Since it was the Saintess, someone must have misunderstood and brought her.

"Well, I'm sorry. I'm not like that. Sa- save me, please. I didn't mean to deceive you. Please."

She cried and begged. The maid said with a look of great pity.

"Don't say that, Saintess, God will be angry if he hears it."

The maid clasped Violet's hand and pulled her down from the bed.

"Come on, look in the mirror."

For reference, it was the first time Violet had seen such a large mirror. Even in Rose's most popular room, there was only one mirror that barely reflected her face. The mirror, crafted with delicate gold, was terrifying even just looking at it. She looked at the maid in tears, but the maid smiled and pointed to the mirror. Then she looked in the mirror and sank screaming. Her head was weird. Her face looked weird. No, everything was weird. Her hair was plain brown hair. Everyone said she looked pretty blonde in the sun, but it was a color that could be seen everywhere. But her hair was white. Looking closely, it was not gray, but transparent silver. The hair, which seemed to have been extracted from silver, was attached to her. She hurriedly raised her hand. For a while, Violet thought something was off. But she didn't know that her hair color had changed. And her eyes. Her father named her Violet after her purple eyes as a young child. However, those purple eyes were nowhere to be seen and turned into a transparent sky blue. As she turned her head, sometimes her original eye color could only be seen through. She was unable to breathe for a moment in shock.