Chapter 41: Interlude 4: life of a saint (1/2)

The news of the birth of a new holy daughter came as a shock to the kingdom.

It was even more so since it wasn't one of the potential holy daughters groomed by the nobles or the king.

Her name was unknown, but her Saint name was-Camelia. Camelia Castitas.

She was a beautiful young girl, her long golden hair flowed in the wind and her impassive face gave an impression of grandeur and power.

Camelia never smiled. For she found no happiness in this world.

Her position was revealed thanks to a divine revelation of the goddess.

Her position as a holy daughter was cemented. No one, not even the greedy nobles dared to try to take over someone who directly had the attention of the goddesses.

It's how she grew calmly and slowly in the church while learning her current and future duties.

The supreme daughter of that time, Lily Castitas, was a kind and beautiful woman with few womanly curves.

If one was asked what was her greatest trait, then it would be her smile. A smile as large and as warm as the sun.

No matter what the situation was, no matter how many problems she had, she always smiled. Not a fake smile nor a forced one, but a true and genuine one full of compassion.

Camelia hated that smile. For she could feel her own ugliness. The soul of that woman shone like the greatest jewel.

It wasn't a metaphor.

She could really see her soul. It was the gift and the curse she received on the day she opened her eyes for the first time.

Camelia never smiled, nor could she smile.

Camelia's life was one of atonement.

Her day filled with weariness and night filled with nightmares.

It was painful.

Oh so painful.

Every day, she would wake up and work methodically without any thought without any goal.

Becoming the supreme daughter?

This was in no way the goal she wished for. She just acted because if she didn't work she would simply kill herself.

Her life was dull. The colors of the world were gray.

It was in this gray world that she meets her, her first rival.

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”How dare you reject my brother?!”

Camelia, who was walking away from a meeting with the king, stopped her steps as she turned to face the purple-haired girl that was screaming at her.

'Who?'

She tilted her head in confusion. It was the first one someone talked to her in such an aggressive way.

”Excuse me, but who are you?”

”Seriously?!”

The girl's expression of shock was so exaggerated that even Camelia began to feel a little bad.

”I am Lilith. Lilith Luxuria!! Never forget that name.”

It was the first meeting between her and Lilith.

They were both 14 years old. Back then Lilith was still the spoiled princess of the kingdom and behaved as such.

Camelia's relationships with Lilith was a weird one. They couldn't be called friends, but they couldn't be called enemies either. They were in a weird relationship where they cursed at each other without hesitation.

Lilith's existence was without a doubt the first saving grace for Camelia.