From the moment I was born I was given far more than any normal person could ever imagine. It’s not an exaggeration to say the world was already in the palm of my hand. I might have had older siblings, but my father valued strength above all else. Gender and age meant nothing. If I was strong enough, I could take anything I wanted.

Yet by the time I was seven I had already lost so much more than any normal person could ever comprehend. My home, my family, my name, my position, even my status as a human being.

Isn’t that outrageous? Just because my augmentation affected my body a little more than is normal, I was treated so horribly. I was sent to the Northern Territories to live my life in obscurity.

That should have been the end.

But I’m not the kind of person who was willing to let things end like that. At least, that’s the kind of person I became.

Honestly I can’t remember if I ever cared about replacing my father before I was sent away. It wouldn’t matter either way. The person I was before died whenever Elodie the Vampire was born.

And as a vampire, I started to plan. Plan for what?

Everything.

I would take it back.

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I would recover everything that was stripped away from me, and then take even more.

That’s all there was to it.

It might have seemed like an impossible task for an aberration, but that didn’t matter. With a solid plan, anything is possible.

My first order of business was securing my position in the Northern Territories I was exiled to.

Fortunately, my father did a lot to make that easier for me; unintentionally of course. By forcibly sending every aberration discovered in the Pacific Empire to the Northern Territories, he made it easy for me to become a natural leader. Even without anyone telling them to, the people looked toward the banished princess as their champion.

All I had to do was make a few empty promises and they were in the palm of my hand. That put me in a position to influence the 6th Field Army. After using that influence to conquer a few troublesome regions for the Pacific Empire, my father had no choice but to reinstate my title as princess and give me back the name Esterhaert.

That made my informal position of leadership in the Northern Territories legitimate.

I’m sure that would be an accomplishment for most, but it was next to meaningless to me. I hadn’t even returned to the position I held when I was an infant. How could I celebrate being given control of some backwater region of the empire when I was destined to be so much more than that?

So I continued to plan.

Staying in the Northern Territories would only hinder my future goals. Sure, being the champion of the aberrations served me initially, but that was an image I needed to change. I couldn’t let my identity be permanently linked to the Northern Territories.

That’s why I left.

I caught wind of my younger brother’s plan to start annexing some of the Free Cities into the Pacific Empire and decided to hijack his plan. The groundwork was already there. He had a reasonable strategy worked out. I just had to force my way through. If I was strong enough, I could take everything I wanted. That was the one thing that never changed.