Chapter 89 - The Path of the Black Wolf, a Purpose
POV: Ghislaine Dedoldia
You could say I wasn't really an ambitious person.
I had no grand purpose in life, no great goal to achieve.
For a good part of my childhood, my existence revolved around three things: eating, sleeping, and intimidating others—especially my brother, since I was much stronger.
A small beast whose only desire was to fight and run wild, completely given to her instincts without any real worries.
My special green eye, the one I was born with that allowed me to see mana, constantly bothered me.
That, of course, made everyone in my tribe avoid me. It didn't matter that I was the chief's daughter—disgusted and fearful glances always surrounded me.
I was never very smart, but I could easily understand those looks filled with rejection and resentment. In the end, no one wanted me around.
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One day, a wandering swordsman arrived in the tribe in the middle of his journey. He observed me with sharp eyes and said I had talent. He said he wanted to take me away. At first, I resisted. But no one in the tribe tried to stop him. On the contrary, they encouraged him.
My own tribe—the only people I knew in the world, the place where I was born and belonged—wanted me gone.