In a small, yet ornate throne room, numerous nobles surrounded a great runic circle.

And within the circle was a girl, wearing a fine dress as her silky blond hair came down nicely down to her chest.

Her blue eyes were full of determination.

Amidst her chanting, the constant babble of numerous nobles blended into her spell.

“This may be our last hope against the Demons.”

“Yes, the Sun Goddess has proclaimed a hero shall arrive and save us all.”

“We can only pray.”

The princess raised her hands to the sky, as a deep blue aura surrounded her.

“I, Princess Viene La Noire de Albion, in the name of the Sun Goddess, hereby summons forth the hero that shall save the world.”

And an explosion rocked the room.

When the mist cleared, and everything was said and done, a hundred eyes looked towards the center.

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She was a tall woman. With messy white hair sprawling all over her shoulders like snakes and modest wear, she seemed unassuming to most. What made her stood out was a great white cape fluttering to a wind that wasn’t present and a great shimmering sword to her side.

She carried herself lazily in front of her audience, looking over the crowd with a scrutinizing eye.

Her eyes stopped on the Princess in front of her and spoke.

“Hmm. A six out of ten.”

The room was quiet, nothing but the chirping of birds to the hot summer sun could be heard.

And amidst the silent hall, a shout resounded through the chambers.

“You’re a woman!”

The woman in question laughed.

“Never stopped me before.”