Western Fantasy: The Princess Wants to Save the World

When I was young, my father always told me that my mother felt pain for three full days before giving birth to me, and that I must take good care of my mother when I grow up.

Whenever she heard this, my mother would interrupt my father and let me live the life I wanted.

When I was six years old, I didn’t know what kind of life I wanted to live. Maybe I would be happy as long as the chickens in the chicken coop could lay more eggs.

Before I could figure out what kind of future I wanted, a group of dragons attacked the village where I lived as a child.

I am one of the few survivors in the village.

At that time, I was eight years old.

At this moment, the life I want to live is that I hope my parents are still alive and it would be good to live an ordinary life.

After my home was destroyed, I was adopted by an aunt from the same village.

I lost my parents, she lost her parents, her husband, and her children.

She seemed to be in more pain than I was.

Naturally, I also knew her children. Children from the same village were all playmates to each other.

It can also be said that I also lost friends.

I followed my aunt and left this sad place. She took me to live with a distant relative of hers, and to outsiders I became her child.

The initial transition was not very smooth.

Food was not abundant at that time, and no one was willing to take in a woman with a burden.

What’s more, the situation of the entire human race was not very good at that time.

Especially in slightly larger city-states.

Fortunately, my aunt found a job quickly.

At that time, I didn’t know what she was doing. Later, when I woke up in the middle of the night, I always wondered, if I had known what she was doing earlier, would I have been able to help my aunt spend her old age in peace?

After all, I was living under someone else's roof, so every time my aunt went out to work, I would go with her, and then estimate the time before going back.

This way, I can eat two fewer meals, and my aunt will have to listen less to that family's weird talk.

However, when I was wandering around outside, I met an interesting person who taught me how to save my life and how to attack others.

Many years later, humans called this method magic.

He said I was the most talented person he had ever met, and in just three months, he said he had nothing more to teach me.

Half a year after living with this family, my aunt got enough money and moved out with me.

It turned out that she had always known that I only ate one meal a day. On the first day in my new home, she hugged me and cried, saying that I was the only one she had.

I knew she was looking through me at her own children again.

I also know very well that my aunt can live very well without me.

I kind of hate myself.

My mother actually had time to escape, but in order to protect me, she was captured by the dragon and her body was torn into pieces.

When my aunt hugged me and cried bitterly, I thought that if we depended on each other in the future, I would definitely repay my aunt when I grew up.

But fate had already laid the groundwork, and my aunt died.

Died at the hands of the demons.

This time, I became an orphan completely.

When the demons sent slaves to deliver the things my aunt left behind, I hoped to use these things to exchange for my aunt back.

I wanted to settle accounts with those demons, but was stopped by that man. He said that if I went there would be nothing but death.

Is death scary?

My parents died, my relatives and neighbors in the village died, and my aunt who brought me here to take care of me also died.

It seems that being alive is more terrifying.

The man told me that if I want to avenge my loved ones, it is not enough to just be brave alone, I need to accumulate strength and make breakthroughs over time.

I was almost nine years old and didn’t understand any of this. I just wanted to avenge my aunt.

"What about your parents' revenge?"

Yes, the dragons killed my parents and the demons killed my aunt.

I have more than one enemy.

My aunt took a very dangerous path to entertain the demons, where death was easy but the rewards were quite generous.

The house we lived in at that time was bought by my aunt, so I had a place to settle down.

The things sent by the demons were a provocation, but also a bargaining chip for me to survive - that should have been the last time my aunt went there to work. If we survived, both of us would have no worries about food and clothing for the rest of our lives.

But my aunt didn't survive, and the money shouldn't have fallen on me. It seemed that some demon was happy and rewarded me with the money, and the foreman gave the bulk of the money to me out of pity for my aunt.

How huge is this money?

It allowed me to live without worries until I was fifteen.

That same year, I sent away the man who taught me magic.

Before he closed his eyes, he was still reminding me to make sure I was 100% sure before I actually made the move.

When I was thirty-seven years old, I was the strongest magician in the entire continent, capable of competing against any demon.

Over the years, I used the remaining money to open a handicraft workshop in the city-state, so I no longer have to worry about going hungry.

At the same time, I also studied a lot of miscellaneous magic, even divination.

Among the magic that was researched, there was a type that later generations called black magic.

It is called black magic, but this kind of magic is too special. It can control or influence people's minds, and can also share magical abilities and a series of other abilities in a short period of time.

No matter how you look at it, there seems to be some opportunistic and dishonest elements in it.

When I delved into magic, I seemed to be out of the scope of humanity.

I found that I didn't seem to be getting older, and my magic was increasing amazingly every day.

When my magical ability reached a certain level, I had already begun to prepare to attack the demons and dragons to avenge the loss of my loved ones.

Before taking action, I divined the outcome of this action.

The results were not very ideal and I always felt like something was wrong.

Over the years, it has been verified that the accuracy of my divination is still very high.

If my current divination results are true, it would be better not to go this time.

But I always felt uneasy, so I did another divination.

The future of this divination is broader.

I saw the demons' plan and the fate of all mankind.

What does this have to do with me?

The arrogant dragon clan was insidiously exploited by the demon clan, and the dragon clan deserved it.

That night, the dragons once again attacked a nearby village.

When I arrived, I found a child among the rubble.

That kid looks a lot like me back then.

I followed my aunt's example and took her away.

She is different from me. She hates the dragon clan as well, but she hopes that no one will experience what she is experiencing now.

I was lost in thought.

I asked her what kind of future she wanted?

Unlike me, the little girl was very opinionated. "I hope that one day I can adventure on this continent without any worries, without having to worry about the sudden whims of the dragons or the ambitions of the demons."

Her eyes sparkled as she said this.

That was a light that had never appeared in my eyes before.

I still don’t know what kind of future I want, but I think the future that this little girl described seems pretty good.

It is a pity.

The little girl died in the demon turmoil two years later.

There was a civil war among the demons in the city-state, and the little girl was affected. When I found her, she had already died.

I held her body in my arms, but in my mind was the future she had talked about with those bright eyes.

The result of the divination remained unchanged.

I want to build the future a little girl wants.

When I took action, I wasn't 100% sure as the man said, but if I didn't take action now, it would be too late.

Maybe it was the death of the little girl, or maybe it was the resentment towards the dragon and demon races over the years, my curse actually worked.

The future that the little girl talked about has already been half realized.

At the same time, I was also taking revenge.

Next up is the demon clan.

When I actually fought against the demons, I realized how weak they were.

But I can't kill them.

Things have reached an impasse.

At that time, they had completely grasped the discourse power of the entire continent, and everyone was terrified.

I have no other idea. Even if both sides suffer losses, I will bring down the demons.

The demon was not brought down by me, but I was ambushed and fell into a deep sleep.

When I woke up again, nearly a thousand years had passed.

I have to say, I find this ridiculous and unbelievable.

The demons can't live that long, but I have lived that long.

So what am I?

I didn't have time to think about it. I was very surprised by the demons' control over the entire continent, so I started to eliminate the demons.

It was probably because I slept too long. The abilities of these demons were much stronger than before I fell asleep. On the contrary, I had been inactive for too long, and in the end I only drove the demons to the west of the Wakadi Mountains.

I want to get back the house that my aunt left to me.

But after thousands of years, how could they have left me with only a small house?

I found a place that looked good and rebuilt the house.

Of course, it was built according to my memory of the house my aunt left me.

Unfortunately, there is no way for me to get back some of the things my aunt made back then.

Magic is not omnipotent.

After the demons left this half of the continent, the giants and orcs ruled this area for seven or eight hundred years.

During the journey, the demons would always find a way to come and cause some trouble.

Naturally, I want all the demons to die.

But I can't do it every time.

I think there is something fishy here.

Given the difference in ability between me and the demons, I shouldn't be able to kill the demons.

Until I met Cecilia.

She fell from the sky, and I was stunned the first time I saw her.

She looks so much like the little girl I picked up that year.

I have suspected more than once that if the little girl had grown up, she might have been even more beautiful than Cecilia.

But I can tell very clearly that they are not the same person.

Later I learned that she was from the future, and I accepted it very quickly.

She told me a lot about the future.

When I asked her why I couldn't kill the demons, her face looked ugly and sad.

I seemed to realize something.

Maybe I should have realized something a long time ago.

After a long time, she told me that my life span and abilities were shared with the demons.

I can't kill the demons because my subconscious doesn't want to commit suicide.

It's ridiculous, yet it makes sense.

I thought about the nearly thousand years I had been in a state of inexplicable sleep, and the hundreds of years of struggle between me and the demons.

"Then if I just commit suicide now, won't that be enough?"

Cecilia looked at me and wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't.

I did a divination in front of her.