Chapter 82: Siern (1)
There comes a time in life when you must accept your current reality as your fate.
Siern thought it was so obvious that she had never questioned it.
Living and dying with blood on her hands in this vast snowy land seemed miserable at first glance, but if you accept it, somehow you can endure it.
Living in a warm and fertile land like the territories of Duplain or Beltus, walking among fields of flowers, was a life allowed only for people like Aiselin.
She envied it, but she didn’t covet it.
Sometimes, when she looked down from the top of the tower at the northern territory, with snow falling upon her, she had no choice but to accept that this land was her home.
In the cold and lonely snowfield, the trees with bare branches jutted out like thorns.
That was Siern’s home—the Duchy of Rochester.
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