The Fake Princess's Soul Contract Duke

Chapter 1: The Useless Princess And The Cursed Goddess

That day, the stars did not shine.

The bright full moon light, just a series of small rays, in the crowd of black clouds that were walking leisurely.

A cold wind blew on the trees that emitted a rustling sound here and there, filling the void of the gripping night atmosphere.

All life seemed to vanish, the streets were all deserted, leaving only rows of wooden windows and street lights that still glistened golden yellow.

Amidst the silence of the night, a dim light came from the window of a large palace-like building that was majestic, sturdy, and elegant, standing in the middle of the city.

As the walls soar to the sky, even the dull moonlight can still shine in every detail of the carvings.

Who does not know this house? Even a vagrant who came from any hole in the city alone could call the family tree the owner in full.

From every end of the Sheridan region, such a gallant building there is only one, namely the residence of Lord Duke Sheridan the ruler of the region, Nauchwanstein Castle.

The window was large, the same as the other windows attached to every high wall of the house.

The shutters are made of thick brown wood with clear, crystal-like glass, stretched out wide outwards.

Occasionally the night wind whizzed and blew away the transparent white curtain that covered the window, revealing the light of an oil lantern cast a faint black shadow belonging to a long-haired little girl sitting in the middle of the floor of her room.

The girl sat down, rather kneeling on the floor, motionless, silent.

His body slightly trembled even more so in the area of his palm which kept him tightly clenched.

His sky-blue eyes were wide open, staring stiffly at every deep red scratches in the form of writings with intricate circular patterns beneath his body.

Occasionally the lantern fire flickered.

Every now and then, water fell from his little face.

His breath occasionally gasped, producing a small sound filling every corner of the quiet room.

"Hiks...Haa...Hix...Hiks...again..again..hiks...i, I can not..save them..hiks....ayah...Elle...."

The little girl cried sobbing while holding her hands in front of her chest.

Her nightgown was sticky to her skin that was constantly soaked in sweat, amidst the cold atmosphere of the room.

Her pretty face shrunk, flooded by unstoppable tears.

"Hiks.sorry.sorry.I'm sorry..I'm useless..I'm not.sorry...sorry Thalia...."

Thalia, an abandoned duke's daughter with no compassion.

He was persecuted from childhood to adulthood by the eyes of his father and mother that he never had.

But he himself never hated them. 'His family'.never every day he goes through without thinking about them.

Until his family was destroyed, he, with all his limited energy, tried his hardest to prevent it from happening.

Two lives he sold for his family.

But what did he accept?

The small gift of hairpins and imitation pendants from an unfamiliar store was the only one that changed from his recurring circle of life.

However, his heart that had long been barren of affection, when treated like that for the first time, it felt like it was being cooled by a fresh waterfall.

'His family turned out to be paying attention to him too'.

'His family loves him too'.

Relying only on such small expectations, his love for his family deepened.

His third life was truly considered a blessing from a god.

So when she watched her family crumble in the same way for the third time, she cursed herself who could do nothing but watch them scream in pain.

Even after being given a chance three times from a god, he was still unable to change destiny.

He still can't do anything.

In the midst of this magical world, what can an unendowed noble princess do?!

Ah look, how useless is a trash like him? Even he himself was disgusted at her.

It's different with Elle....

Elle, her clever sister. The child who perfected his surname, at least he was ashamed of being the perfect older brother of a child like Elle....

The 'disfigured' child is only a burden on the family, just as he continues to be a family disgrace.

How pitiful were his parents to have such an embarrassing daughter like him?

So he had to save his family. Somehow, even if his three lives are not enough, then he will be happy to give this fourth life for his beloved family.

At least with this, his life was a little useful to his family..

From where Thalia was sitting, a worn book covered in brown leather was lying on the floor.

The book was untitled, the cover was blank, there were only brown stains eaten by age.

Thalia, pull the book in front of him and look at him for a while while smiling sideways, "I'm really useless.I can't save you guys...Elle, maybe.this is my last resort...."

With a hand that did not stop shaking, Thalia flipped the first page, then the second page, and the next few pages opened in haste.

His breathing raced in tandem with his irregular heartbeat.

Srak! Srak!

A voice that was evidence of the events of that day, in the middle of a quiet dark room.

No one hears, no one comes as no one knows what suffering he has endured who has lived the same three lives.

No one knew that that was when everything would change, the fate of the little girl, Thalia, was no longer the same.

His tiny fingers touched the surface of the brown paper featuring long writings and intricate circle patterns, just like what was painted on the floor of his room.

In a loud voice, he chanted word for word in another language written in the book.

Every word that was spoken floated black streaks of light that entered into a circular pattern on the floor and made it glow bright red.

Instantly the cold wind blew, shaking the transparent curtain and dropping the lantern with a prang sound! that was harsh but that didn't stop Thalia.

Darkness is witness, silence is evidence. Thalia, poor little girl, Duke Sheridan's first daughter, casts a forbidden spell.

Simultaneously with the last word thrown from his mouth, the red radiance from the circle pattern on the floor glowed wildly highlighting every corner of the room without exception.

As quickly as that, the atmosphere of the room turned even colder until it pierced.

Thalia, who had yet to catch her breath properly, was immediately enveloped in a tightness in her chest. He tried to make a sound but to move his mouth he couldn't.

His gaze grew increasingly blurry, his five senses seemed numb even as his body hit the floor he was already not feeling any pain.

Shuffling, Thalia looked at the ceiling of her room that was starting to fade.

He panicked, a fear that was so real was eating away at his brain.

Though, he was already convinced to use the spell yet when feeling side effects like this, he couldn't help but be anxious.

Will he succeed?

Will he fail?

Dad, Mom, Elle? They will repeat the same fate without anyone trying to get them out of death.

No. gabe.

That can't happen.

He wouldn't allow it.

Although her eyes felt heavier, Thalia refused to close them. Although his mouth was stiff as it was frozen, he cried out in his heart, hoping that anyone could hear.

Not chanting a prayer, but a request that he wanted long ago but never realized whatever he did.

If this ritual fails, then he wants his inner voice to be heard by any creature, anyone who is kind enough to help him.

If this ritual is successful, then he hopes that the figure who became his helper can grant this request.

"So please, anyone, whoever you are, please save my family!"

Breathing ceased. Heart's frozen.

The last light at the end of his eyes disappeared.

With her body stretched stiff on the floor, Thalia fell asleep for good.

...****...

"Ohhhhh!"

A slash!

"Please Don't! Argh!"

Jem!

"K-please! Ughhhh!"

"****!"

"D-god!"

Crats!

The pieces of the picture with a black background revolve like a movie cliche.

Repeatedly crossed the faces of people crying, injured, suffering.

They screamed in pain until their neck veins seemed to break up. A glint of horror in their wide eyes, staring at the same figure.

"Goddess Alianora, the great Goddess Alianora!"

"Punish it! Please have mercy!"

"The goddess is mighty!"

"Goddess Alianora!"

"GODDESS ALIANORA!"

'The legendary 'bloodthirsty killer goddess.

Most feared and respected not by the world alone, but heaven did not dare to call it carelessly.

A goddess worshiped by human blood and lamentation. Live to kill, kill to worship.

There had never been a single moment in his golden years without seeing his body bathed in blood.

Heaven cursed, what a sinful goddess.

But the world is not left dark forever. Heaven decides to punish.

From the most holy corner of heaven, a God of Light the heavenly ruler, brought down Goddess Alianora in the deepest elementary world and sealed her to sleep for thousands of years.

It was during this time that the soul of Goddess Alianora was haunted by the terrible cries of those who were shadows in her memories in the past.

Behind his closed eyelids, and his body that was stretched out within the dimension space without time, scene after scene of bloodshed changed one by one randomly.

"Stop! No!"

"Please!"

"Gurghhh!"

Srak! The srek!

Black light swept over. Background changed.

Under the glitter of moonlight, from the view that led down, the five strangers, kneeled while muttering something.

The flashing screen always again displayed a scene in blood red.

Then with a single flash, blood spurted everywhere.

A spear clad in gleaming golden light split his gaze.

Alianora tried to reach the split image with her fingers but she could not.

A flash of light emerged from between the image cracks from his mind, slowly enveloping him completely.

Alianora simultaneously opened her eyes while holding her head.

So bad the last picture of his memory, it made his head hurt next door.

He doesn't matter, but it's still disturbing. Moreover, his body had not felt the slightest pain.

Hm?

The pain?

In dreams?

Alianora stopped holding her head and stared fixedly at her hands.

...Did I just touch my head?

However, before he could linger pensively in his mind, a pair of blue silver eyes suddenly was already in his sight.

Those eyes stared at Alianora's blood red bead with an expression she couldn't explain. Saddened? Be happy? Afraid? Maybe all three.

Huh, who is this?

Looking at Alianora who was still flabbergasted without any other reaction, the young lady with beautiful eyes stepped forward and immediately fell down with her head which she bowed down, similar to the dogeza pose.

Alianora became even more shocked and confused.

Eh!? this woman..what is she doing?

From that position, the girl simultaneously raised her head and showed Alianora, her face more tense than before with eyes flooded by tears.

He exclaimed softly, "Please save my family!"

Wait

Huh huh?